Paint, or The Act of Disappearing

Pick up the pieces of a torn up letter Pick up the pieces of a day that changed your life Throw out your keys and your mouldy sweater Open the door and go if it makes you feel right Cause it's a fact There's a fact To justify every act I guarantee it Life of the modern man Life of the modern man Paint yourself in a picture of everyone Paint yourself and keep the bits you like Shade yourself with a reason for anger Set yourself and sell it all for free Cause it's a fact Every chap Has to practice the act Of disappearing Life of the modern man Life of the modern man Touch of the little invisible hand I'm just the middle I'm just the middle man Yes I am Paint yourself in a colourful jacket Face the self that looks you in the eye Sail away to the cathedral of actors Pray for David Blaine and invincible mice Yeah cause that's just your knack Now you've mastered the act of disappearing Life of the modern man Life of the modern man Chords of an indistinguishable band I'm just a little invisible man Yes I am