He says to her, "There’s a woman in the upstairs window"
She turns and looks
The blurred image of the echo fades away
As the silhouette set
She’s smoking a cigarette
And he dissolves like smoke
As the silhouette turned and spoke,
"Want to stop you, I can’t save you"
Sometimes he begins to revere
The stance, the smile, the vial, the line
From inside it feels less austere
It’s all contorted in a funny kind of way
It’s distorted in a funny way
I can remember this place
It’s all out of phase now – different time & space
It’s like wearing new eyes
Do you complete me?
Just try, just try.
He feels like liquid
Solid like fluid, dreaming and cool
Background sounds
His background circles round and round
He wants to meet somebody
Dressed as a silent man
Or as a woman?
Posed like a hyphen
Want to stop you, I can’t save you
Nothing is just as sincere
As the stance, the smile, the tangle, the line
Turning now it seems less unclear
It’s all distorted in a funny kind of way
It’s distorted in a funny way
I can remember this place
It’s all out of phase now – different time & space
It’s like wearing new eyes
Do you complete me? Just try, just try.
Liquid Man
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