Let's all pretend, let's all Let's all pretend that's all All that they're in this for Trying to find some more Desperate faces and So many wandering crowds Feigned interest in the sound Feigned interest in the sound They're talking statues and All he can see is trees Too many naked arms Distressing, waiting, these Black shoes on frozen ground Hot blood and tears surround With patch over one eye I tell another lie
In his head words are changed, meanings altered
Jack put the knife in the drawer And he waited for more He knew why he had come And that there was no chance of referral His lazy confeassions of nostalgia Rose tinted spectacles Through which he views past events As if they've never happened past mistakes as if they've never happened He finds his face in a magazine
A secret history found Seeing the value in repetition Looking at maps, and maps, and maps, and maps