Yet Another Movie
One sound, one single soundOne kiss, one single kissA face outside the window paneHowever did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who criedA girl who heard, a voice that liedThe sun that burned a fiery redThe vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so toughShe'll soon submit, she's had enoughThe march of fate, the broken willSomeone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has criedHe has fought and he has diedHe's just the same as all the restHe's not the worst, he's not the best
And still this ceaseless murmuringThe babbling that I brookThe seas of faces, eyes upraisedThe empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse,A pointless life has run its course,The red rimmed eyes, the tears still runAs he fades into the setting sun