I can see their eyes, and you never will believe it I can hear their cries, but you wouldn't want to hear them I recant my lies, but they never will believe me My conscience will keep on, and the fault is my own. There's calm in these banquet years, so I tend to obsess About youth, before the guilt appeared. But I need to forget. ♪ Outside the lamppost sways from their angry hands As I sleep a troubled sleep, a coldness on my feet And it only gets much colder before dawn. I can see their eyes, but you wouldn't want to see them I can hear their cries, but you wouldn't want to hear them I recant my lies, but they never will believe me My conscience is too strong, and my feet can't run ♪ It's true, there's calm with no one here, but the stillness is death The Windows on my street start to come alive and breath I can hear them singing what I've done I can see their eyes, but you wouldn't want to see them I can hear their cries, but you wouldn't want to hear them I recant my lies, but they never will believe me My conscience is too strong, I'll be theirs by dawn I can see their eyes, but you wouldn't want to see them I can hear their cries, but you wouldn't want to hear them I ruined my life, but you wouldn't want to see it My conscience is too strong, and tonight I'll be gone