She's not ready for this speed
there's something else in which
she drowns, explore the positives
and down. She's not after what
she sees. You've covered her in
reds and greys. Such colors strike
a selfish place.

(Won't tell you anything.)
She won't tell you anything.
I've faced her smile a million times.
Wach of them a pointless trial.
Please don't ask her what it is.
Your questions couldn't mean a thing.
Close your ears and start listening.

And nothing in this world can divide us.
Maybe your conscience clenching heart
will let your hair fall down.
Cause nothing in this world can divide us.
Maybe your attitudes can change.
I don't know.

She sits still even with
her fans around, it seems
that desolation's found
an infitine silence
inside a girl that won't grow.

She's not bothered by the storm
that cracks inside. Gey washed away.
A brilliant surface finds its place.
(Won't tell you anything.)
She's not served by the stones.
You thought they'd open up her eyes.
Now her senses sleep like mine.

She sits still even with
her fans around, it seems
desolation's found,
an imminent silence sits
in a girl that won't grow.