[Verse 1]
Here at the glass -
All the usual problems, all the habitual farce
You ask, in uncertain voice
What you should do
As if there were a choice but to carry on
Miming the song
And hope that it all works out right
[Verse 2]
Tonight it all seems so strange -
My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged;
Still that's only from one point of view
And we can't have illusion between me and you
My constant friend, ever close at hand -
You and the undercover man
[Segue]
[Verse 3]
I reflect:
'It's very strange to be going through this change
With no idea of what it's all been about
Except in the context of time...'
Or would I shirk it? I've half a mind not to work it all out
Here at the glass -
All the usual problems, all the habitual farce
You ask, in uncertain voice
What you should do
As if there were a choice but to carry on
Miming the song
And hope that it all works out right
[Verse 2]
Tonight it all seems so strange -
My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged;
Still that's only from one point of view
And we can't have illusion between me and you
My constant friend, ever close at hand -
You and the undercover man
[Segue]
[Verse 3]
I reflect:
'It's very strange to be going through this change
With no idea of what it's all been about
Except in the context of time...'
Or would I shirk it? I've half a mind not to work it all out
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