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.