stroll to the cafe

my god how time flies

i close up my brain

and another friend dies



i feel like a mirror

feel like nothing is mine

i could go back to crying

but now dying seems fine



so i hang from the ceiling

or i sit on the air

or rot in a corner

until somebody cares



faces at random

i quote people i knew

i'd love to be like me

if i could feel like you



here am i more roche five than pain

here am i just me and my walls to blame

here am i i really don't feel quite sane

here am i still searching for my shadow in vain

lock my door i only think in black and white

i'll even try to look ashamed



moving out of central

somebody knows me well

says he'll spill the whole story

he may be lying i can't tell



meet me inside

i'll keep my head to the floor

and one hand on the handle

of the mad/sane door



here am i more roche five than pain

here am i just me and my walls to blame

here am i i really don't feel quite sane

here am i still searching for my shadow in vain

lock my door i only think in black and white

i'll even try to look ashamed



my shadow in vain my shadow in vain

my shadow in vain my shadow in vain

my shadow in vain...





Gary Numan, "My Shadow In Vain", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978)