IN THIS DARK MUSEUM...BEHIND YEARS OF MISSED CALLS

I LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT TEARS..IN BETWEEN FLOORS

YEARS DEAF FROM THE VOLUME OF A DISTANT FACE

IN THESE LONG BLACK SHADOWS UPON MEMORIES WALLS MY GHOST IS HAVING A CLEARANCE...REGULARS FROM FORMER FANTASIES DISAPPEAR...YOU CAN HEAR THE SHANGRI-LA'S IN THE DISTANCE

HALF DEAD AFTER DYING IN A FICTIONAL PLACE

I'VE TRIED TALKING TO SOMETHING ABOVE...SOMETIMES IT WORKS BUT IT DOESN'T STAY

I'VE TRIED WALKING BACK INTO LOVE BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER THE WAY

I CHOKED THE LAKE WITH STRANGLER'S JEWELLERY

I WROTE HOLD MUSIC WITH STOLEN GUITARS

I CLIMBED THE SIDE OF THE HOSPITAL AND DREW VODKA FROM THE LOWER DOWN STARS FOR ALL THE STRANGERS AT MY OWN FUNERAL...I SAT AND WATCHED THEM FROM THE CAR

HALF CUT IN A WAITING ROOM LOST IN SPACE

I HAD TO JUMP OVER A STAIRCASE FULL OF PEOPLE

I HAD TO WALK THROUGH A GAME SHOW FULL OF RAIN

MY GHOST THINKS WE'RE SIMILAR

I THINK I'M GOING INSANE