I pull the shortest match from a box of twenty
When I blow it out a house of cards falls down
But we remember how it stood
Because still something remains
Gently holding a space
And so it lives on
And on
A shadow gaunt
The fictional frame all hollowed out
I pour myself down the drain
Looking back up at the gristly remains
And realise that nothing could replace, nothing simulates
The real life beyond the name
What the hunger brings on
And on
A shadow gaunt
The fictional frame all hollowed out
On
And on
A shadow gaunt
The fictional frame all hollowed out
On
And on
A shadow gaunt
The fictional frame all hollowed out