No Face In the Crowd

And even her absence is a presence that stays
Silence is emphasized by a radiator’s shake
I sit confined again, I am buried deep within
Set up like stained glass in a windowless world
This is my life, eat, sleep, work, wait
Day by day I calculate the shapes
That tie me to this place, to this helm, to this hell
Inch by inch I trace the walls as she calls
But what miracle is this? Eat, sleep, work, wait
There is no second I have lived that I can call my own
And even her absence is a presence that stays
Silence is emphasized by a radiator’s shake
As her still singing limbs echo in
Oh, outcry, oh, outcry, love delays our king
This pain is my lover, her kiss is my calling
So let the water run cold for now
As if Rome isn’t burning behind my door
In a world where we all live like teething rings
I am my own worst enemy
I am the house that will not set me free