its your brother and sister its satan painted in silver its everything that isnt fame its the terminal teacher that can feel the wooden splinter its all your games still played the same im tired from me to you i ll send you a pardon your eyes they play the fool send me a pardon well lie beneath the waves send me a pardon if love is all it takes send me something send me something its not dungeon it s theatre turn a man from a leader into a hole in the ground when i know it i ll see it i cant take you serious everyday will still fade the same im tired from me to you i ll send you a pardon your eyes they play the fool send me a pardon well lie beneath the waves send me a pardon if love is all it takes send me something send me something