Falling Out Of View (Holly Brook)

Tell me what good will it do To paint it red or blue When inside it's burnt and black Will the light ever come back? It's been twenty days or more And I'm still lying on the floor I would give up anything Just to hear you sing We've been killing off the days Now there's nothing more to say And the bullets of your words No longer seem to hurt We're like strangers in our own land Falling out of view Once it was a dream Like a dress worn by a queen Now it's so hard to believe One broken thread can tear the seam After everything we had All the good and all bad I'm beginning to believe That I don't know who I am We're like strangers in our own eyes Falling out of view