Your eyes parachute around,
Always drawn to the same old sound,
You carry a painting that you erased,
that you always found hard to displace.

Here you lie, dead to the world around,
and they don't see the shackles by which your bound.

You won't begin to leave a trace,
as all past moons drain from your face.

Here you lie, dead to the world around,
and they don't see the shackles by which your bound.

Noboddy knows you better than I do,
Noboddy knows you better than I do,

You've grown too old for this place,
and your skin hangs loose with disgrace.

Here you lie, dead to the world around,
and they don't see the shackles by which your bound.

Noboddy knows you better than I do,
Noboddy knows you better than I do,