So this was that year

We feel like we're falling apart, but we need one another

Next part in the story is where we all cry some more

We've cried into pillows enough, now it's a bore

Adolescence, we're just pacing this snore

Power falls from our faces, our noses grow

We are so confused, we don't know what not to know

We've climbed so high, but stooped so low

All it is is faces, faces

Looking at you, stopping you, filling in some spaces

Staring into your flashing, picphone bright eyes

We cry out 'liar', yet we tell the lies

Faces strolling past the door

Faces, and, I suppose, so much more.

We dream tomorrow

Until it's today, then its all angst and cold and needing to hold

So tomorrow is next now, it might bring a smile

Deep and shallow pools of smiles, been a while

Depends on what we face, if we have the guile

Power falls from our faces, we dwell on our angst

We are so confused, we forget to say 'thanks'

We've climbed so high, still down in the river banks

All we see are faces, faces

Looking at you, stopping you, filling in some spaces

Staring into your flashing, picphone bright eyes

We cry out 'liar', yet we tell the lies

Faces strolling past the door

Faces, and, I suppose, so much more.

And I think I wanted to love you

She wanted to love him

He wanted to be with her

We say wishes don't come true, they do

We'll just wish them on a whim

Becomes obsession for the dark to lure

And who does the face belong to?

Who knows who?

But it's not only faces, faces

Looking at you, stopping you, filling in some spaces

Stirring up guilt in our made-up eyes

We cry out 'liar', yet we tell the lies

Faces strolling past the door

Faces, we know, are so much more.

So this was that year

We feel like we're falling apart, but we need one another

And we need things we think we've left in some hole

Faces, yes, and also a soul.