• When the sky gets this way,
    Phantom grey with a hint of sorrow
    Raining down upon my day
    It never seems to get much clearer

    These constant lies that I've been fed,
    Spoken by the tongue of an habitual liar
    I'm tired of the slips and subterfuge
    I can't stay here, forever a crier

    I'll run, far away
    The Phantom's fog will hide your face
    My only love in this horrid place
    Tear it from me, there must be a way

    I'll run, far from your words
    I don't want to hear your warm-hearted voice
    The contradictions pierce my heart
    The tears come flowing, I won't let them start

    It'd be best if we stayed apart.