It's the type of night
Where the stars don't shine
For fear of being seen

And I wish I had some chemicals
That I could hide between


As you sit across the counter top
Tucked behind a magazine
The words they print, so meaningless

As we're unraveling

The air, it breathes of vacancy

The cold is way too much
We'll talk, you say
As I escape

And I will be in touch

I fear that I can't find no words

To patch the holes I've dug
I wove the thread and took the care
And then pulled out the rug


Cuz the reels all set
And you're sitting with me

At this film called life
We're all dying to see
A million frames per second

The projection is on
How can I escape what the picture is drawn


At home alone, I'll find a hole
And loneliness, I'll never show
Pretend I'm at the cinema

And watch a film I used to know

It doesn't change a thing

I'm sure that I can only hope
To know just how it ends
So as to feel some false control


Cuz the reels all set
And you're sitting with me

At this film called life
We're all dying to see
A million frames per second

The projection is on
How can I escape what the picture is drawn (x3)


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