Silence from the other side
and I can't get through to you,
no matter how much you pretend nothing is wrong

A pile of magazines on the table,
waiting for the right time
to break the glass floor below us to Hell
to break the tension and the silence
that has come between us for so long

Shooting from my penthouse down to the core of the earth
and the core of your heart, where I will put myself on your level
and not look down on you, and meet you for the last time