Echoes of the Hollow

In the haze (the haze) They speak in riddles, eyes so veiled Whispers through the neon light The truth within their tales derailed Across the floor (the floor) The figures move with minds unclear Voices loud but sayin' nothing Now the talking heads appear (appear) In the crowd (the crowd) Faces blur in the dim, twilight Talking loud to break the silence Yet the words just don't sit right Behind the smiles (the smiles) Lies are dressed in clever guise In the mirror (the mirror) Reflections twist, they turn away Empty laughs that fill the air Drowning sense within the fray (the fray) On the stage (the stage) Hollow words just ricochet