Mirage

Footsteps cross the school yard

Holding hands with a mirage

You don't listen

You do not exist

Mute of all suggestion

The broken doll in question

Through shattered mirror

Empty caravel

You mirage, mirage

That sings to me

Or maybe stopped hearing

You do not exist

Two tracks through the desert

Sad eyes, little puppet

You don't listen

You do not exist

Happy not to notice

The room, the traps, the focus

Where you cannot see

Reflections from within

You mirage, mirage

That sings to me

Or maybe stopped hearing

You do not exist

Or maybe stopped hearing

Holding hands with a mirage (8x)