I wash my face with sand, ignoring all the liguid truth I wash my face with lies for keeping promised things inside And when I watch the skies, I try to spell out all their names But the letters make me sick, so like your last try ♪ I wash my face with rocks, ignoring all the cutting truth I spread dirt among the ruins, you left when you went back When you stand on the stone you'll feel how basicall, it is And when you die on the stone, you'll feel that it was me ♪ And so I try, try to be quiet I try to let the pain be snow And so I try, I try to be quiet I try to reshape the scheme of things And so I try, try to be quiet I try to let the pain be rain Yes so I try, try to be quiet I try to reshape the scheme of things Yes so I try, try to be quiet I try to let the pain be storm Yes so I try, try to be quiet I try to reshape the scheme of things