I'm feeling lost in my face And on the concrete, there's stains Ah, yeah, it feels perfect, but I know it's just the surface And, ah, behind the curtain everything remains And the blue-tone veins in my skin rest in your hand And when you go jump in and start, I'll let you in I put all the missing pieces in the places where you need them And it still just keeps me feeling just the same I'm feeling lost in my face And on the concrete, there's stains Yeah, it feels perfect, but I know it's just the surface Ah, behind the curtain everything remains And the blue-tone veins in my skin rest in your hand And when you go jump in and start, I'll let you in I put all the missing pieces in the places where you need them And it still just keeps me feeling just the same