Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Lost reflection

J.W. Waterhouse: Marianna in the south

Locked in this attic
Been here so many years
Shanna won't set me free
She says I'm evil But then she doesn't know
I'm not pretending, no, not me

Full moon's reflecting
A face in the mirror
Twisted and bleeding
No, you can't be real, no you're All in my mind
Shades of insanity, you're not me
You're not me

Life in the attic
I like my rocking chair
Staring in shadows
Crouched in the corner
Waiting for something
Laughing at nothing
No one there

And on and on I wonder is there more
What is life beyond the attic door The full
moon in my eyes Is all that's real
The mirror's lost reflection is in me

Life in the attic
Life in the attic
Life in the attic
Life in the attic

Cobwebs and dusty dreams
Sharp knives and hollow screams
Wide eyes of terror 
Clawing the attic door Can't take it anymore
You better go away!

You're lyin'
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Who's there?
No one there
You're not me!