The World Before Last
MARSH, OAKEY, WARE
This man I saw
Was happy then
And then loved
And on TV well
But now he cried
And he 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
That it was someone else
Who looked the same
A similar voice taken
The clothes changed
But the face retained
Surrounded by
Old imagery
His 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
