The snowflakes, in their millions, melt upon the lenses in the glow Illuminated are their faces, and the faces that they show They don't know weariness or death- they don't know anything at all They're merely messages from both sides of your eyes The shadows fall... Who dare question their confessor? And when you wonder why you never see the sun (cry to me) And you discover when you turn around and run (who do you see?) And when you find that I've been wasting all your time, you cry to me And when you find that you must tear yourself away, what do you see? And when your eyes are glazing over every day (cry to me) And you decide you must escape and run away (who you see you? A velvet inquisition for every volunteer So the apostates disappear The little worms are not to blame for the mementos that they save The tyranny of their mutation in a medicated game And when you find that you're the saddest one in love And when you find that you are crying all the time