Costume For A Gutterball - Finger Eleven

the mask keeps on slipping and tearing 
the holes are big enough to see 
i strain and i'm bending to hear you 
what did you tell me 

so slow 
you see me disappear 
taken in taken away 
caught in another memory 
looking for something left to see 
now i want something 

the one in the corner it's moving 
slowly up slowly down 
never too brilliant or clever 
it won't turn around 
no one will know that i'm looking 
they can't get to me