The worried look in your eyes it tells me so, i have to go.
this place that was so warm diminished on the front of the storm
was something said or done to change the way you feel today?
The withering paintings show things fade in time, its the way it goes.

Chorus:

I don't even want to see your face before you go.
The time is not right for it, just let it show
you fell into the pit that sits around your self proclaimed throne
but you didn't take the fall alone.
 

now as you turned away the things you said turned in my head
so this is it, the curtain fall, and you leave me here with nothing at all
but then you turned back to me, thinking of what to say
but hollow words from hollow hearts, they cant persuade this face today.