It's the type of night
Where the stars don't shine
For fear of being seen
And I wish I had some chemicals
That I could hide between
As you sit across the counter top
Tucked behind a magazine
The words they print, so meaningless
As we're unraveling
The air, it breathes of vacancy
The cold is way too much
We'll talk, you say
As I escape
And I will be in touch
I fear that I can't find no words
To patch the holes I've dug
I wove the thread and took the care
And then pulled out the rug
Cuz the reels all set
And you're sitting with me
At this film called life
We're all dying to see
A million frames per second
The projection is on
How can I escape what the picture is drawn
At home alone, I'll find a hole
And loneliness, I'll never show
Pretend I'm at the cinema
And watch a film I used to know
It doesn't change a thing
I'm sure that I can only hope
To know just how it ends
So as to feel some false control
Cuz the reels all set
And you're sitting with me
At this film called life
We're all dying to see
A million frames per second
The projection is on
How can I escape what the picture is drawn (x3)
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