I feel like an image photocopied seven-hundred times
My cheap print, my faded lines
Pressed on the dirty floor with all these trodden ticket stubs
Big feet up above
I'm a man, I've got reasonable abilities
And I was told that they're gonna be some use to me
Whatever happened to the things I would reflect upon?
I guess I'm losing track
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stuck in the elevator with the Ghost of Christmas Past
He's telling me just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick compressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
I'm a man and I've got reasonable abilities
Trying hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to the things I used to think about?
I guess I'm losing track
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stop, I'm shocked through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
