Из альбома: Is the Actor Happy?
Take a lightbulb from the closet
replace the one above the faucet
scrape the whiskers from my face
nick my lip in pointless haste
take a magicmarker black
darken a spot on the map
of a county on the coast
where i was born out of a ghost
underneath a ceiling fan
contemplate a master plan
breathe a sigh of recognition
for a childhood superstition
push a thumbtack in the wall
pierce the picture i did draw
it's a graphic portrait from my youth
it hurts my heart this forced review