Marooned
Anneke van Giersbergen / René Rutten
I know I'm from a lesser tribe
I suppose the range of my intelligence
Is way too wide
And you don't see me
'Cause I don't have much to say
My emotional outlet
Is consuming the better part of me
And apart from the wrong words
A tortured cry is making me see
That you don't see me
'Cause I don't have much to say
Hours and hours of jealousy
Are passing me by
Although hollow silence
Is the only wave
Going through your brain
And you don't see me
'Cause I don't have much to say