Torn pages Scene of crime Something tragic about this I could burst this bubble But I don't mind Cos there's something magic about this You'll just wait 'til I fall Is that it my friend? Well then Take a taste, not a bite out of life Oh where do you go to pretend? I don't pray for What's not right And I don't wanna beg Don't care what's Written on my hand It's not what you said And I wonder how slow we're Gonna take this bend And if there's one thing I need to know Oh where do I go to pretend? But did it shatter And did it scatter It doesn't matter Cos it didn't heal my wound