I am an image on your wall
Painted over and dissolved
By an empty ring of dial tones
And a chorus of unanswered phones
A blinding light covers the scene
A flash that forces you to freeze
And stay captured on a piece of film
Unbothered and completely still
And in it's in my mind
And it's you I find
In a place to hide
And it's gone-
And it's only when you're with me
That I cannot see your face
If words could come out clearer
You'd be nowhere near this place
But you're right here on tape
And it'll never get away
The cold harsh lights fill the room
An open chasm straight to you
If you fall you won't be coming back
Inside here is completely black
Fixture hung above your bed
The shattered glass, the light goes dead
And the room is empty once again
It's quiet on the other end
Nothing's different, nothing's changed
I am here, I am the same
And the walls are slowly closing in
The room is getting dark again
Eyes that tremble, eyes that stare
And cut through every painted layer
She sees you as you really are
She's looking for an open door
In all the sounds, you disappear
And empty smile feels more sincere
A shadow cast from end to end
The words are sounding clear again
It slowly drips until it dries
A photo left for me to find
And now it's hung up on the wall
Forever hung up on my wall
And it's hard to find
Cause it's dark inside
Every word you cry
It's still here
And it only felt this empty
Cause you're gone without a trace
Was it worth the years of waiting
Just to wilt and suffocate?
It feels so cold and icy, they will stare at you, appalled
It wasn't mine to take, but it was a gift to us all
And she's right here on tape
Yeah, she's right here on tape
You're the first human beings I've seen, the three of you
Two men and one lady
The first pe- people I've seen since I've been ill
No difference between day and night. No thoughts at all. No dreams
Day and night, the same- blank
Precisely like death
Is it very hard?
No. It's exactly the same as being dead
Which is not difficult, is it?
To be dead is easy
You don't do anything at all
You can't do anything when you are dead
It's been the same. Exactly
Do you miss your old life?
Yes. But I've never been conscious to think that
So I've never been bored or upset
I've never been anything at all
It's exactly the same as death
No dreams, even. Day and night, the same
When you miss your old life
You say, "yes, I miss my old life"
What do you miss?
The fact that I was a musician. And in love
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