Shattered Veneer

We go through our scenarios with precision and with grace A choreographed deception in this cold and hollow place You're spinning like a dervish in a gown of silver thread While I am counting heartbeats like the ticking of the dead I reached out for your fingers but I only felt the air A ghost of a connection that was never really there The marble floors are cracking as the music starts to swell Welcome to the beauty of our own private hell I am standing right before you but I'm invisible to you Fade into the starlight of the galaxies we knew You didn't even see me You didn't even care Just a mask upon the floor and a ghost in the air