Outside The Frame

(oooh) Static on the radio line

Tracing a shape that isn't mine

Walking these streets of concrete and chrome

Looking for a signal that leads back home

Always on the outside looking through the glass

Waiting for the shadow of the doubt to pass

I try to fit the mold,

I try to play the part

But there's an empty space inside this heavy heart

Where do I belong

when the music starts to fade?

Just another ghost in a masquerade

Faces in the crowd all look the same

Whispering a code, forgetting my name I dance to the rhythm of

a foreign beat

Tracing cold patterns with my feet

I try to fit the mold,

I try to play the part

But there's an empty space inside this heavy heart

Where do I belong

when the music starts to fade?

Just another ghost in a masquerade Lost in the static (where do

I go?) Just a ghost in the crowd