I’ve seen this movie a thousand times
I’m not sure how it ends
I tend to awaken
Before the credits begin
The script keeps flipping, and I keep tripping
Over my lines again
My body plunges a thousand feet
When you look into the camera lens
Silhouette appearing
Shadows that remain in light
Cinematic dreams in black and white
I’m a creature of comfort
I’m a man of routine
You’re the willing accomplice for a
Restless heart at ease
The rug keeps getting pulled beneath me
From my own insecurities
I project onto you all I thought that I knew
From the specter of antiquity
Silhouette appearing
Shadows that remain in light
Cinematic dreams in black and white
They’re only moving pictures
Just figments from another time
Cinematic dreams impersonating life