Can I get another one?
The well has not run dry
Can I not be overcome
With an eye for an eye? Shadowing the familiar breeding ground An air of theatre surrounds
Because the ordinary is so extraordinary And putting on a face so different from yesterday Recognized every time
And know why I come alive
And I will get, along my way, My bearings to where I go
Getting out the porcelain
But indelicately
Random guy in the photograph And he looks quite like me Harboring a secret life on the side That no parallel can describe
In case it rains
I've got the perfect umbrella
I keep it in my head, by the window And very often
Lying asleep, heavy breathing
I see it hovering over me