Way too many dreams
Get lost in silent screams
How can you count the cost of a city
Bursting at the seams
With red lights, quiet sinners
Killer cops, t.v. Dinners
A wind of change for all the deadheads
That need blowing away

I blew you far away to have a dream
And you came back to say it`s out there
Don`t let it get away
But still you`re here with hours to kill
You`re murdered so many, you`re serially ill
You`ll wait for another
And you`ll kill again

Show me your skin
I need to get in

Why did you do it
Was it just for fun
To put me out the picture
Or out of misery
Was it a shock
Was it a plea
Was it a question, tell me
Did you get any answers?

Show me your skin
I need to get in

Have you seen what it`s like
To be really free
Or is everything a mess
Like it is inside
Is it a test
A russian roulette
A gamble with life
Or just a bet?

Is it London town
Is it n.y.c
Is it anarchy
Tell me did you get any answers?

Show me your skin
I need to get in

Writer : ATKIN, JAMES SAUL / DENCH, IAN ALEC HARVEY / FOLEY, ZACHARY / DECLOEDT, MARK SIMON / BROWNSON, DERAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.