Silver

I stare at myself
The whole world keeps turning
I went out in the storm
I felt the house burning

Oooh...

The kiss on my lips starts to feel unfamiliar
A part of me rots
My skin all turns silver

Oooh...

You tell a classic story
Smothered underneath formality
I'll portray the old shag carpet
You can walk all over me

If I turn to stone
The whole world keeps turning
I went out in the storm
And I'm never returning

Oooh...