He stepped out of the film again
Brushed off the dust and walked away
A voice-over through scenes of sunrise
"It feels like someone's using my eyes"
Tinsel wind and curtains blowing
He looked down at his hands....
Transparent faces from the old school
No-one to project them onto
He turned and he flickered as he walked away
He felt a distant kind of longing....
Another scene began...
- John Foxx
City As a Memory