t h e  m a n n e q u i n  w a k e s


A strange dream comes to an end. Where I somehow found the strength to move and see what's 'round the bend.
The car alarms just went insane. But we have nowhere to go but back to sleep, frozen in a frame.
When we started out, I was strong and this shell wasn't filled with doubt. I stood here stout,
trying to outshine the lights I can't live without. Now they're all I can think about.

Last night you were feeling blue, something you whispered as the window shoppers passed without a clue.
I know, the war has been wounding you. Still you stand here proudly next to me, missing a limb or two.
It occurred to me just now, essentially all we need, is what they preach:
Stay well dressed. Get your rest. Stay on your feet.

Cause' there's lots I cant explain. I'm taking clues from the garment names.
Although mostly they're inane, pretentious and arcane.

It's true, the years have fueled our pondering,
still I'd like to think that soon I'll be young enough to know everything.

But I agree. There's no way that you'll ever get close to me, with the life I lead.
Or I mean, of course, where life leads me.




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