The Driver
Carcrash in autumn
Ten years today
You wanted an exit
I was the way

I was locked up
When you broke in
I was the car
You crashed in
How can so much pain
Be in something that's gone?

Guggenheim glasses
Van der Graaf hair
So many faces
But you're not there

Amputee syndrome
My phantom limb
Buzzing inside me
Under my skin
How can so much pain
Be in something that's gone?
And I am the driver
Of nothing at all
One of us void now
The other just null

Japanese paper
Paris in spring
In your apartment
Skin on skin

Like an abortion
With the foetus still there
I can still smell
Your hair
How can so much pain
Be in something that's gone?

Surrounded by flowers
Allergic as hell
The joyride was ours
And the children's as well

Carcrash in autumn
My phantom limb
Buzzing beside me
As real as skin
How can so much pain
Be in something that's gone?
And I am the driver
Of nothing at all
One of us void now
The other just null

How can so much pain
Be in something that's gone?
Ten years already
Life carries on