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

words by Chris Sligh & Jon Sligh / music by Chris Sligh