half past ten - mascara looks good his reflected image is watching him turns around - watching the dancefloor scene greets the blue haired lady - looked better last time with his favorite drink - he walks away a slick looking stranger makes him curious he steps up to him - starts a dialogue for the rest of the night he talks to him
LYRICS :
in the underground train - pictures pass thru his mind underground train - a claring light startles him tries to look behind of his genioul words but there's no sense nothing at all how could they lead him astray with such a fasade blinded by genious words
it's a quarter past two - pictures pass thru his mind he unlocks his door - the claring light startles him tries to find the sense of his own words but there's no sense nothing at all what a self-deceit the same deceptive way he's blinding with genious words
feeling guilty and low - exposed by his own lies insecurity kills - a shameful feeling inside tries to find the sense of his own words but there's no sense nothing at all perfect self-deceit the lies told about you - you can't enjoy anymore there's just a lack of sense
BACK HOME (EPILOGUE) :
turning round - watch the picture there sees a blue haired lady - girlfriend last year emptyness and this lack of sense his dismantled image is watching him