He says to her
"There's a woman in the upstairs window"
She turns and looks
The blurred image of the echo fades away
As the silhouette set
She's smoking a cigarette
And he dissolves like smoke
As the silhouette turned and spoke
"Want to stop you, I can't save you"
Sometimes he begins to revere
The stance, the smile, the vial, the line
From inside it feels less austere
It's all contorted in a funny kind of way

It's distorted in a funny way

I can remember this place
It's all out of phase now - different time