Statuesque Mess We are built of photographic trash Bent all the wires back Bare eternity Living on TV I understand the pain You can't explain I'm in the line for mine I can't stand the wind And it begins We are always cancelling out Decades apart The way the cemetery trees Feed off the bodies Galloping on the dimes Creeping mirage Small talk between the wars Enter a photograph Suffocate through When I see you stumbling out I give you a shout Bury the pony Heavy metal sheets I understand the pain You can't explain I'm in the line for mine