Well I know we made a lot of mistakes In trying to mend a heart when it breaks Well I'm sorry for the things we've done That pushed us away It's quiet in the palace of dreams Where all our intuitions seem to speak Under darkness of a melody That plays through the day All my ways Leave me drowning in the mention Of all my best intentions Fall through days Buried in the sickness Can I get a witness? At the circus of American dreams Self-portraits come at quite the fee Hall of mirrors, tilt a whirling That world away Could you find it if you only could reach? Would you speak it if you only could speak? Could magic become what you know As part of your ways On the stage Curtain call is empty, the audience has envy Always stays Never changes season though I still believe it All my ways Leave me drowning in the mention Of all my best intentions Fall through days Buried in the sickness Can I get a witness?