some people talk and some people do there are two kinds of ways to pass the time i heard through a door a conversation i heard your voice i heard a name and it was mine and the picture that you painted was black and white there were no shining lights or shades of grey you made me sound like i was a stranger i should have turned and closed the door and walked away do you dream of a place that is safe and warm where your enemies have all gone vanity has been lifted its time to burn your little bridges and move on sometimes you have to walk sometimes you cant go back no matter how much you love to picture truth every action that you take speaks louder and the friend you used to trust is about to lose do you dream of a place that is safe and warm where your enemies have all gone vanity has been lifted its time to burn your little bridges and move on do you take great comfort in believing all the things you think i am that you are not does it boot safe distance between us was it something that i said that i forgot do you dream of a place that is safe and warm where your enemies have all gone vanity has been lifted its time to burn your little bridges and move on