Brb

My love, since when, Moved on, so now I pretend, Does anybody know yer name? Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you, Baby it’s true, Automated and factory demand too, What should I do? And as I look long and hard in the mirror, The mirror hung on the wall, It doesn’t feel like there’s anyone left, And I see nothing at all My love, it seems, Is like a hologram that plays on repeat, Coz I fell for this torment, And it’s not like real life when we try to pretend, Does anybody know yer name? Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you, Baby it’s true, Automated and factory demand too, What should I do? And as I sail by myself down the river, Collecting memories before, The river runs to the edge of the sea, I know I’ll never be sure