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