This man I saw Was happy then And then loved And on TV well But now he cried And he cried And of course he had to want to die But he watched him Which made it worse Of course, of course, of course, of course
You understand He didn't know That it was someone else Who looked the same A similar voice taken The clothes changed But the face retained
Surrounded by Old imagery His brain bypassed The eternal moment laid bare No time to heal Continual pain, continual pain, continual pain, continual pain
I spent a bad day yesterday With a man and a picture of himself The tape was running and the TV turned