I know it is dark outside 
But I beat not to face it alone 
I compose a picture within a golden frame 
- Black picturesque 

My eyes dance in a glassy stare 
To the distant sound of musical silence 
But somehow they lower in a pool 
- All wet and obscure 

And I see this face 
As a vivid picture of my very own self 
And the eyes 
They are watching me 
And so am I 

Inside out, whatever 
I cannot grasp this 
This duplicity 
This lack of self-devotion 
This classical cliche of a song