On My Face I Scratched Out Something Like A Silhouette
Around The Golden Ten Like Lambs
On My Face I've Hidden Away Any Embarrassment,
Away From My Acquaintances
I'm Not Sold On Anything But Half A Dream
I'm Not Sensing A Thing

I See A Blank Notebook Page
And It's My Life And There Is
Nothing I Can Think To Write
I Fear The Thought Of Not Sensing A Thing

I Hope You Don't See A Thing
I Said, Smile Through Everyone You Ever See
(so What You Gave Him The Time Of Day)
Twist Back And End This Suffering
I'll Dance Around, I Honestly Give Up And De Robe

I See A Blank Notebook Page
And It's My Life And There Is
Nothing I Can Think To Write
I Fear The Thought Of Not Sensing A Thing

Right Side Falls
Heavenly Grace To You I Owe You Too
Right Side Because
Heaven And I Should Be So Easy
[to Fade]