this illusion is officially over
and it means not a thing to me now
enlightenment’s right round the corner
i used to get lost but i’ll find it somehow
there’s a bad bad man on the loose
(and he’s just getting round to it now)
with his hand to his heart and his head to the ground…
he plays good old poker
she fell for the joker in this humorless town
yea he used to be lost but he’s glad to be found
mistaken conclusions
from a couple of euphemisms lying around
you could use an illusion…
greetings from your fellow survivors
who shouldered you over and over and older and older…
and higher and higher…
who’s that round the corner?
that’s somebody’s daughter
who’s that in the mirror?
that’s somebody dearer…
who took that reflection?
we’re chasing perfection
who’s that getting clearer?
that’s somebody dearer
who’s that getting older?
look over my shoulder
who’s that getting nearer?
that’s somebody dearer