Like a reel shot by shot I'm all too soon To see these dark cracks Between each frame of events ♪ There's a bright light Somewhere behind the celluloid me Giving me a motion, a smile The sham of true life ♪ The shagginess of moth Has felt the candle in me The flash thrown on paper Stretched between edges On a voice's pin ♪ Like numbered sins I don't regret and I don't want To remit