Dry lips, nothing can satisfy this bitter taste of denial Of breathing a life that isn't yours But where the souvenir tastes fine Swallow a pride you call your own And fight the thought that beauty knows That your shell is hollow and the rest should follow Just stay away from the noise Stay away from the noise Avoiding the light that burns your eyes Playing this comedy you despise Untouched but covered with your lies Safe in a drawer where the souvenir tastes fine Swallow your pride, you can call it your own If you stay away from the fire Stay away from the fire Please tell me something That I don't already know To the sound of the violin The sliding bow on an open wound Please tell me something That I don't already know I'll tell you a story nobody Ever wished telling you Please tell me something That I don't already know I could wish you peace or love Or whatever's pleasing you If there is something that you should already know We're caught in the whirl and all we have left is Noise