Nothing's really there
Behind the channel mask
Vacant
Where are you?
I thought I caught a glimpse
of someone real
Ghostly the cont(r)act
Real desires drawn on a fake map
And you know they're going to implode

Slipping by, grey, misty, everyday

If I want some ground
If I want something I can touch
  that won't go through me
If I want real colours and emotion
I'm going to have to create it myself.