In another life
Five hundred years ago
I see your shadow on the wall
Hands and feet of Europe
I am holding my breath
It gives me good reason
Good reason to exist
Strange now, to think
To live
In the shade I dwell
Police light on my life
Selfhood makes a tearless man
I am caught in the landscape of a photograph
Changing from dream to dream
I've cut the lines and hung a noose
I will hang those that have missed their chance
I want to return to normal and end where it began
Selfhood makes a tearless man
I am the same man
Not one eye averted with a sudden start
I know again that I do not yet exist
And I want to be held
Selfhood makes a tearless man
In five hundred years time
Normal again
Beginning with the end
From dream to dream I hold my breath
I do believe we have yet met again
Selfhood makes a tearless man