I've turned the tables away from myself in the worst attempt to turn joy into helpless cries.
But love came and bludgeoned him to death with a silver spoon to mask his own disguise.
He came, he saw, he conquered everything I could have wanted and he walks through pardoned walls with no shame.
A mask of assurance, this ideology of everything so sweet lies underneath his skin, lies underneath the pain.

I fear I'm alone in seeing this sight of the soul inside his mind
and yet when eyes cut glass, I know that his pass right through mine.

Black, blue, silver and gold.
Every bruise and every victory is still shrouded in mystery.
Shred the pages of the story of your life, throw it to the flames.
Sometimes I wish I didn't feel this way.

And clouds covered a blackened night with fireflies caught burning through the air; we learn to breathe.
And as he walks away again towards no salvation, my heart erupts; I fall down to my knees.
Where's the concrete castle of sincerity moonlight promised you inside a silent stare?
'Cos fairness is no virtue in the discreet hearts beating to two different shades of invisible cares.

I lost a piece of myself as he lives in shadow of the sky
and yet nobody notices that as he suffers, so do I.

Black, blue, silver and gold.
Every bruise and every victory is still shrouded in mystery.
Shred the pages of the story of your life, throw it to the flames.
Sometimes I wish I didn't feel this way but I do
so this is for you.

Take a drink for every time he said your name,
every time you wrote a song just to crumple the page and throw it away.
Make a toast for all the things he said he'd do for you
to lie and say he never knew the truth.
And yet I'd still do this for you.
For your mask of assurance, here's to you.