Opaque

[Words: John Robert, Music: John Robert and Lengsel] I know it is dark outside But I bear not to face it Alone I compose a picture within a golden frame -Black picturesque My eyes dance in a glassy stare To the distant sound of musical Silence But somehow they lower in a pool -All wet and obscure And I see this face As a vivid picture of my very own self And the eyes They are watching me And so am I Inside out, whatever I cannot grasp this This duplicity This lack of self-devotion This classical cliché of a song