Incommunication

I laugh in your eyes while I cry in mine
I say that our plays are acted in vain
I think about it, and I keep in mind
All the joy that we shared though nothing remains
You’re singing unreal returns just for me
Reviving older sufferings in me
You can sing it now, you soothe me, my dear
Lapse of memory is my deepest fear
We are two Siamese friends
We can softly just pretend
To play on words, sincerely
To live our lives, differently
She laughs in his eyes, he cries in his hands
Thought she cries her best, he laughs on his own
They change their own minds from now to the end
If someone complains, the second one laughs
We are two Siamese friends
We can softly just pretend
To play on words, sincerely
To live our lives, differently