How does it feel to get old
But you didn’t go blind?
Hollow, that’s the real world for cold
You feel it in your spine
Yes you need a friend
This is not the end of the line
Just a bend in time
And how does it feel to get up Falling back awake?
Now for the real messy stuff
All the laughter’s fake
We change all around
The sea explains to ground
He says «I dream
How d’you think there’s stream?»
Miss Hologram speaks of love
To the lunatic
Whispers «I ran with freaks and son
You’re much to sick
Someone spell the book
The one this fella’s looking for and quick
Plan the script.»
History pulls out all your teeth
If you give it wings
Missing from the fullness of beneath
It miserably sings:
I was once the truth
Mispronounced by youth who wrote my name
As the moments came
But I see nothing
Still I see nothing then suddenly something within appears
Hanging mirrors
Lowered from ceilings up above
Come the life-like Skype
Nowhere but here could you help but love
Under lights this bright
The mouth and eyes are seen
The rest is like a dream about yourself
On an endless shelf
You see how a face stays the same
When you see your own
It’s easy to place all of the blame
On a life with phones
Not to write a myth
But some one I was with
Just disappeared
The results we feared!
We sit across from each other
And talk like we’re fruits in a tree
But what does it cost to recover
The loss of our true melodies
Oh pleas!
How does it feel to get old
But you didn’t go blind?