Is there a static on the screen?
Is there a knocking at my door?
Is that a siren in the streets?
I couldn't tell you anymore
No, the dark won't do
I see that blinking light tattoo
Oh my God, she moves like calligraphy
Oh my God, she knows who I am
Rows and columns here, the perfect lines
An idle fear in me
I'm feeling so ashamed
The mirror man cannot be tamed, you see?
Remove the second hand, replace it with a rubber band for now
Oh, a home-made hue
In vantablackened avenues
Oh my God, she moves like calligraphy
Oh my God, she knows who I am I know it
Oh my God, she talks with the stillness of it all
Oh my God, she knows who I am I know it
Oh I know it