and i'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof that there's
sunsets and silhouette dreams
while my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
and ever wave drags me to sea
i could stand here for hours just to ask god the question
"is everyone here make-believe?"
with a tear in his voice he said
"son that's the question,
does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?"