Lyricist : Phil Thornalley/Scott Cutler/Anne Preven

Composer : Phil Thornalley/Scott Cutler/Anne Preven

I thought I saw a man brought to life

He was warm he came around like he was dignified

He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man I adored

You don't seem to know

Seem to care what your heart is for

But I don't know him anymore

There's nothing where he used to lay

My conversation has run dry

That's what's going on

Nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Laying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I'm wide awake

And I can see the perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller is right

Should have seen just what was there

And not some holy light

Which crawled beneath my veins

And now I don't care I had no luck

I don't miss it all that much

There's just so many things

That I can touch

I'm torn I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Laying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn

Torn

There's nothing where he used to lay

My inspiration has run dry

That's what's going on

Nothing's right I'm torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Laying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I'm ashamed

Bound and broken on the floor

You're a little late

I'm already torn

Torn