Maybe all I thought Was no more than an ornament For a cracked front And the walls of my heaven Reflected your slanted wings Drawing chaos in the air. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me. Maybe all I wanted Was no more than pretty lies To throw my stare to that star And the voices which tuck me in each night Laments of a dying Disguised as a lullaby. My way back here wasn't lineal, Pieces of the past are chapping my hands The sun is fading to black Cause the hollow silhouette Already doesn't want a shadow Already doesn't want a name Already doesn't want a saviour Already doesn't want an escape. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me.