Silhouette

Everyone's a silhouette, backlit out of jest

Can't see for the sound, painted faces shouting out

Another phase, it never stays

And in a way, I'm glad you came

Seppuku shopping spree, at least that's what I can see

On the canvas I believe, the colours are chasing me

Another phase, it never stays

And in a way, I'm glad you came

I'm glad you came

Hit me from sixty feet, heart stopped but still could breathe

Have you come to claim me? From the depths of apathy?

On a couch in '93, popcorn and bad TV

It all seemed make believe