The gleam in your eye, it begged me to try
But it warned me I'd never succeed
And from the way that you stood, I understood
That you knew no better than me
So tell me why, tell me why
All these riddles and lies
And delicate threads of disguise
When the games that we play, they're so carefully staged
Why do we still roll the dice?
I'm half-way to sleep, you asked what I need
I answered in tongues and in braille
Because the thoughts that I speak, they're like tracks down the beach
They're just true 'til the ocean exhales
So tell me why, tell me why
All these riddles and lies
And delicate threads of disguise
When the words on my tongue, they're not the same ones
I speak to myself late at night
There's things I can say when you're inches away
When your vision's still blurry and close
Because our stories are flames, of beeswax and change
As real and transparent as smoke
So tell me why, tell me why
All these riddles and lies
And delicate threads of disguise
When we're all just the same, just slightly organized rain,
Well why do we still chose to hide?
When we're all just the same, just slightly organized rain,
Well why do we still chose to hide?
Yes, why do we still chose to hide?

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