I spent a bad day yesterday
With a man and a picture of himself
The tape was running, and the TV turned
How different these people were,
I learned
This man I saw, was happy then,
and then loved
And on TV, well
But now he cried, and cried
And of course he had to want to die
But he watched him, which made it worse
Of course, of course, of course,
of course
You understand, he didn't know
It was someone else,
who looked the same
A similar voice taken,
the clothes changed but the face retained
Surrounded by this imagery,
this brain bypassed,
the eternal moment laid bare,
no time to heal.
Continual pain, continual pain,
continual pain, continual pain
I spent a bad day, yesterday,
with a man and a picture of himself
The tape was running and the TV turned,
how different these people were
I learned