Cushion Glamour

Let's all pretend, let's all

Let's all pretend that's all

All that they're in this for

Trying to find some more

Desperate faces and

So many wandering crowds

Feigned interest in the sound

Feigned interest in the sound

They're talking statues and

All he can see is trees

Too many naked arms

Distressing, waiting, these

Black shoes on frozen ground

Hot blood and tears surround

With patch over one eye

I tell another lie

In his head words are changed, meanings altered

Jack put the knife in the drawer

And he waited for more

He knew why he had come

And that there was no chance of referral

His lazy confeassions of nostalgia

Rose tinted spectacles

Through which he views past events

As if they've never happened

past mistakes as if they've never happened

He finds his face in a magazine

A secret history found

Seeing the value in repetition

Looking at maps, and maps, and maps, and maps