standing somewhere stunning,
but instead of awe or excitement  
that deep, hollow loneliness festers.

couples pose under the Sistine Chapel —  
bet they're hoping for happily ever after.  
I'm wondering who'll cheat first.

and maybe, yeah, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Carnival —
rollercoasters screaming,  
cotton candy sharing,  
walking past the merry-go-round.  
I'm the wheel going-round-and-round.  
There's only one way off, another round.

oh yeah, deep, deep down  
I wish I was part of the —

Chaos
a small, stubborn spark inside  
reaches —  
and it stings. it stings so bad.

What's the point?
I can feel it standing on my chest
What’s the point of somewhere stunning?
If you're standing all alone

oh, if you're looking for me,  
I'm crying in the church  
on some random Wednesday  
bending God's deaf ears.

I've never been very good  
at convincing people  
I matter,  
that a connection with me  
is worth their time.

oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger.  
oh, I'm a stranger standing somewhere stunning.  
oh, I'm a stranger —

standing somewhere stunning,