You write and you write but it's never been read 'Cause the words on the paper aren't the ones in your head Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're dreaming You can't mould something that's never been seen The words from your mouth aren't the ones when you drink The words you're so sure of from which you may shrink You speak the magic with your heart and your soul The words you were born with the ones that you know Eyes wide, hand tied Hard drive, rewired Books ripped, and thrown into the night You read what they say although it's written in red 'Cause the quotes in the papers never were said The words you believe are the ones you've been sold Come hear a story that's never been told There once was a man who thought that he knew Fought for his country, red, white and blue Now he's lying in a foreign field His words are forgotten and he's tagged by his heels You wake in the morning with words in your head You should have been working you're drinking instead You sleep in the evening the sleep of the dead An empty promise never kept You can run and run but you'll never hide 'Cause the words you run from are the ones inside You have to listen you have to think You can see oblivion when you're stood on the brink Eyes wide, hand tied Hard drive, rewired Books ripped, and thrown into the night