I find your face behind your helpless hands
In your mirrored, mirrored eyes
So splintered and predictable again
(Telling me the same old story)
(Telling me the same old story)
I can hear you crying out behind your paper smile
And the light that shines
Won't give you strength to talk to me at all
Is not the sound I want to hear from you
(Telling me the same old story)