A hundred years is alright Till next moment or night of starting to believe in someone Amazement, desire, all the careful touches each of them sreams it's now The moment that I see it just has to be Cannot fill my frame Thinking of those I have burnt myself with - so real They're walking different lands and I feel insecure 'round kissing couples The books say you can always go on Lost the page but afraid to stop trying Cynicism, false indulgence, illusion of control Lying to myself I've had it all Had it all Had it all Hidden behind scars People pass like cars Holes in chest and ain't seen nothing yet If everything's in everything why those in love seem like they're not for real?