sides of silence

(hmmm-mm-mm) She catches every eye under the golden light

So effortlessly perfect in the room tonight

But then there's you

Lost in the corner of a crowded space With that awkward,

nervous smile

upon your face And my heart is pulling two different ways

Spinning in a quiet,

dizzy daze

One is a picture-perfect dream

The other is a quiet,

shifting scene

How do I choose when I'm torn in the middle?

Solving a late-night, beautiful riddle (ooh-ooh-ooh)

We only talk when the crowd starts to leave

In that heavy silence where it's hard to breathe

No easy spark

Just a strange and quiet magnetic pull While the other is a

crowded theater full

One is a picture-perfect dream

The other is a quiet,

shifting scene

How do I choose when I'm torn in the middle?

Solving a late-night, beautiful riddle (ooh-ooh-ooh)

One is so bright,

she blinds the view

But why does my mind keep wandering back to you?

(why does it?) In the awkward silence of the group

I'm still torn in the middle (torn in the middle) Which way

do I go?