Like a pro at his editing suite takes two weeks stitching
It’s just a life story, so there’s no climax
In the socket you spin from with ease
Beneath the clock on the clean mantelpiece
Comes serenely dribbling
Of some great movie
Says there’s no prying
It was your heart hurting but not for too long, kid
There was no pity
It's just a house burning, but it’s not haunted
No more new territory, so pull away the IMAX
There was no shyness
No dissolve to a sliver of gray, that’s his new lady
In the slot that you sliced through the scene
Then I cease lying and fall into silence
Hey, I didn’t watch it
Where the lock that you locked in the suite
When the breath that you breathed in the street
Where she glows just like grain on the flickering pane
In the plot that you passed through your teeth
It’s got a calm clicking
No fade in, film begins on a kid in the big city
There is no sticking
That’s the flames licking
And no cut to a costly parade, that’s for him only
When you look how you looked then to me
Screams there’s no science
And when the air ‘round your chair fills with heat
From the speakers your fake masterpiece