I bite my tongue and I try to believe That pain is a fiction, a thing that we read A torn out page, I'm eaten away, with every breath But in the storm of my heart I don't know real from high art I don't know what I'm meant to feel I am a tape without a reel I'm up on others' fingertips, my head is fine and well I'm riding out this fire, I am a picture of health But in the storm of my heart I don't know real from high art I don't know what I'm meant to feel I am a tape without a reel But in the storm of my heart I don't know real from high art I don't know what I'm meant to feel I am a tape without a reel But in the storm of my heart I don't know real from high art I don't know what I'm meant to feel I am a tape without a reel