Incommunication - Celluloide

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