chasing myths

A man walking on a tightrope Between the towers of Notre-Dame It's him I imagine to be As I tiptoe on the lines of the path at the park And I notice how my shoes are the perfect shade of grey To match the concrete ground And my hands hidden in my pockets Cannot ruin with goofy movements the shot And I Keep walking and I keep chasing myths Hiding from ghosts into fancy bars But then I can't remember what's home I've always walked the world with blurry eyes I wander labyrinths without a red thread All the veins show on the back of my hand To remind me that I'm flesh I spend the evening looking At my fingers wishing them more elegant And it's revolting to think This sight is what my friends all have to bear I dance in front of the mirror till I drop to the ground Even as a corpse I'll be mad if my body won't fit the gown And I Keep walking and I keep chasing myths Hiding from ghosts into fancy bars But then I can't remember what's home I've always walked the world with blurry eyes I wander labyrinths without a red thread All the veins show on the back of my hand To remind me that I'm flesh I dim the lights and the room turns into An abandoned castle I dance barefoot on the floor Stained glass windows and wooden doors Till the glass shatters and the wood burns And there's a mirror amongst the smoke And my dismantled face on splinters dropped And I know nothing and my eyes uncontrollably Turn on their waterworks I do nothing but rambling Chasing myths Hiding from ghosts in enchanted lands But then I can't remember what's true And the outside world feels like a hostile place I wander labyrinths after the ball ends I think I'd like to be forgotten in there Until the world ends