Tekster: Half Past Forever. Convenience.

Ache for life, it's your show
Shallow sure, all we know
Are the masks that we wear.
You find it easy to hide
With your well-crafted smile
You hold the world at bay

Empty spaces in a sea of faces
Still everyone's a smile

Easy come, easy go is all we know
To break these walls down inside becomes too hard
Small talk slowly becomes our consolation prize
Convenience keeps us miles apart

Lost inside me the words
To find me the chance
To open your eyes
Your words are empty, white noise
Without meaning, a mist
That hides who you are