Fade to screens of violence
Like a TV screen but silent
Where the victims are all paid by the hour
Staring at the ceiling
That she gyrates all around me
I am trying to forget she's done this all before

Far too many people
For a quiet night with myself
Oh I could be anyone tonight
Focus on a feeling
I've detected while I'm sleeping
Sing a chorus of ";On Broadway"; and deny it all

You are in my vision
I can't turn my face
You are in my vision
I can't move my eyes
You are in my vision
I can't move at all
You are in my vision

Delicate bodies
That decay beneath their clothing
Play cards in an empty house in Paris

To be continued...