Letra de Emotion Sickness

Asylums for abandoned dreams And aborted revolutions The echoes of a dying mind It's only the faces that change And you walk again Along that thin white line A poem for the dead A refuge for the weak Staring through a photograph Do you ever wonder how you're still holding on? This is what you've become And you're no longer in control Pictures of white fences on the cover of a housewives' magazine There is so much left to lose Her portrait is still hanging on the wall From the bottom of an empty glass your own reflection points and laughs There is so much left to lose And you're no longer in control Staring through a photograph Do you ever wonder how you're still holding on? This is what you've become And you're no longer in control