You are my blanked out pagesnAll the wasted spacesnThe old weapons vanishednSpit blood at dawn, closed forevernYou’re an ivory iconnHeld in glass, captivenYou’re a falling columnnSharp little teeth kiss goodnightnHe was upside down and drifting in annEndless ocean of nightnThe terror came in waves, each onenPushing him further from the shorenYou are a fractured mirrornSilver paper in the windnA desperate measurenSharp little circuits of fevernI can feel the unslept hoursnSee all the tracesnI can hear the ticking of clocks nOld record running downnYou can’t replaace itnYou get distracted by the soundnHe hears an ocean in the dial tonenEvery night, after the sleeping pill goes downnHe wants to believe that he doesn’t existnHe’s everywhere and he’s nowhere all at oncennWe’ll fill the blanked out pagenWe’ll burn the tracesnWe’ll turn the unslept hours to daysnOld record running downnWe’ll flip it over and sing the songsnWe’ve never heardnNownNownNownNow