Put up your barricades, there's money to be made
Continue your charades, there's money to be made

What you're asking for means the world to me
You draw close as you whisper: 'precisely'

Your safety assured behind those egg-shell walls of yours
Your safety assured behind those egg-shell walls of yours

Friends and family glide by on wings of faith
Faithlessly I don't recognise a face
Not a single face

Take this sorry soul
I've made enough of a mess on my own
On my own