Shape

They said:

“Lady or gentleman

Youʼre either or

Itʼs morning, itʼs evening

Itʼs once or itʼs more”

Whatʼs that name? Eh, whatʼs that name? Whatʼs my name again?

When I held up the roof the floor would cave in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk

Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk

Scribbling and coughing a line in the winds

So busy with oiling your sandcastleʼs hinges

Whatʼs that name yeah whatʼs that name yeah whatʼs my name again?

Stamp on the ground and the ceiling falls in

Shadow boxing, monologue and we talk and we talk and we talk

Shadow boxing, monologue and we walk and we walk and we walk

Shadow boxing, monologue and we clean and we clean and we clean

Shadow boxing, monologue and we dream and we dream and we dream

And we go down to the beggar, to reach for the queen

And itʼs now and forever, and we are and we seem

And we sculpture a statue to worship and bear

The chaos thatʼs behind the glass of who and what and who and what we are