WHERE THE STATUES BREATHE

Me and my wind chime heart
Hung inside of a painting
Pretty because it's art
But no one drew wind to play me

I think that the hardest part
Is that I had a sound worth making
A three dimensional want
In two dimensional waiting

A figure of my former self
Alive in nothing but a shell
Frozen in time that never tells

Take me where the statue breathes
And I'll be in good company
A place where cuts can never bleed
Somewhere hearts can never beat
And I feel nothing

People will pass by me
And they will hear my silence
They mistake it for peace
The lonely don't crave the quiet
Do you find it boring?
All this poetic license?
All this poetic license?

Take me where the statue breathes
And I'll be in good company
A place where cuts can never bleed
Somewhere hearts could never beat
And I feel nothing
And I feel nothing

A figure of myself former self
Alive in nothing but a shell
Frozen in time that never tells

My skin is nothing but a cell
I'm stuck in my own carousel
Medusa's favourite infidel

Take me where the statue breathes
And I'll be in good company
A place where cuts can never bleed
Somewhere hearts can never beat
And I feel nothing
I feel nothing
I feel nothing
Oh
A dead man walking