I've been living in black and white, behind the light.

I've been searching for nothing too, it just seemed the thing to do.

In my drawer, there's a photograph, a distant past,

a fixed emotion I understand, a quick moment that I planned.

I feel the same but so much has changed,

and nothing here means a thing to me.

Breathing fire, breaking down the door.  What was is for?

It kept me out here for much too long.

I can't sing that song again.

Colors turning into shades of gray, in all directions,

dirty buildings blend with smoggy skies.

Drowning in a flood of images that have no meaning,

even on your color T.V. screen

I can see you for what you were, you're now a blur,

never closer to what I need.

I know mannequins don't bleed.

I feel the same but so much has changed,

and nothing here means a thing to me.

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