If it wasn't for the black and white lines on my face today
Then maybe I would be a different me
But now the contrast of the Lights and Shadows twists my face askew
You will learn it all: the Old and the New
And though I'm talking now, my tongue won't move because it's far too numb
The words you say to me will never be wrong

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am trying to rip out the mattress
But the seams won't split because my fingertips are far too soft

If I had known the quake beneath us was the Earth's heartbeat
Then maybe I would think differently
And as I take you on the dance floor, gliding through this masquerade;
I will be there, so don't be afraid
And just like horses who are tired and who lay in beds of hay
We have made it through another tiring day

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am trying to rip out the mattress
But the seams won't split because my fingertips are far too soft

And despite the dust upon my feet, I walk along the hall
You have been there and seen it all
And even though dark things have passed, you flash a brilliant smile
I sigh with relief for it has been awhile
And now we're whispering to each other secrets we will keep
We both grow tired and try to fall asleep

I am in the fourposter of my room
And I am falling for you again
And I am ripping out the mattress
And the seams all split because my fingertips are not so soft

And you are in the fourposter of my room
And you are falling with me again
You are trying to seal up the mattress
Because the seams have split and you want to sleep in a bed so soft