The sad-dest tone was a voice I heard from a si-lent film you wrote.
Loud and clear was a mu-ted song on-ly two peo-ple could hear.
So I'll go, li-ving through these days act-ing like I've seen a ghost.
A ghost!
This place is mock-ing my pas-sive de-mise.
These walls were safe-ly hid-ing your lies.
Their sec-ret lan-gua-ges eve-ry-one speaks
so free, ex-cept for me.
Can I save you?
Will it make me feel like I'm in hea-ven
and stay true to me?---
Will it make you feel the same way I do
and still feel sor-row?
But hate you just the same, hate you just the same.
Tough ruth-less days of just play-ing along.
I guess you don't feel guil-ty at all.
You've lost your touch with what's right.
And you're wrong with me but I can't see.
Can I save you?
Will it make me feel like I'm in hea-ven
and stay true to me?---
Will it make you feel the same way I do
and still feel sor-row?
But hate you just the same, hate you just the same (way).
You must hate me.
Sick in-se-cu-ri-ties take ov-er hope
in the name of de-ceit.
So just put me---- out of my mi-se-ry
with those hands that I won't trust a-gain.
I will con-fess that in time I gave up plan-ning my re-venge.
Fate's worse than death when it makes you for-give and just pre-tend.
Can I save you?
Will it make me feel like I'm in hea-ven
and stay true to me?---
Will it make you feel the same way I do
and still feel sor-row?
But hate you just the same, hate you just the same.
Hate you just the same.
