48 Cameras - brighter than our morning sun lyrics

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<b>brighter than our morning sun</b> by <i>48 Cameras</i><br />Someone is your TV guide & I'm just sittng there

A shoulder, a shelf & a weeping child

Some toys, a doll, perhaps a photograph

Someone is ringing at the door

There must be a shrine somewhere

Sand & dust on the ground

A winter, a summer

A place where nobody stands there

A silence on the tape, certainly a gap

Steel strings don't sound the same

A table, a chair, a few words

Three people in an empty room

Three people on the stairs

No one can't fall the same

There was a plot here

Is there anything emptier

Than the body you were promised

I learned nothing

Someone is your TV guide & I'm just sittng there

A shoulder, a shelf & a weeping child

Some toys, a doll, perhaps a photograh

Who's living upstairs?

(c) Jean Marie Mathoul