Troy. Hey, Troy
Imagine blowing me up unawares
Picture me
Sinking in a pitch black sea
Morning – unwelcome morning –
Opens up doors to the world again
The curtains,
They won’t hide me
On the station platform, on the old landing
Reflected in mundane scenery
Floating in and out of sight – emptiness
‘Nobody will look at me’
I say, who only looks at myself,
I say it over and over
If it’s not a convenient world then I don’t want it
I want to disappear while enchanted by beauty
A soft and muddied orange, rolling and being crushed
Someday it will sprout, take shape and blossom
That’s what was meant for me
Ride around like a fool on a wooden horse
Become empty on the gentle plain
Ride around like a fool on a wooden horse
Become empty and gallop over the rolling plain
Blow it up. I’ll show you what’s inside right away,
Because that’s exactly what love is
So, enjoy a guilty conscience
Like the secret ingredient
Right?
In a crazy maze,
The ruins of memory trapped in a frenzy of excitement
I’m failing miserably again today
Couldn’t even muster the strength to walk down this thorny path
Won’t you select kind words for my heart
A kiosk outside the station
LED light
That light…
It’s not a feel-good world, isn’t that obvious?
Beauty has no interest in you
My memories of the dawn are long gone
All that’s left
Faded and illegible
Are love letters embedded
In the scattering lyrics
Ride around like a fool on a wooden horse
Become empty on the gentle plain
Ride around like a fool on a wooden horse
Become empty and gallop over the rolling plain
Blow it up. I’ll show you what’s inside right away,
Because that’s exactly what love is
So, enjoy a guilty conscience
Like the secret ingredient
Right?