The Treachery Of Images — текст песни (Fairweather)

the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room.
To watch instead, it`s light somehow will wash this out, this image,
from playing out with programmed time.
I`m moving in circles here, just watching this gun, these hands,
these hours are losing count.
Waiting, wishing, there was a way to stop this.
I can`t help it now. This light somehow will wash it out, this image,
from playing out and keeping time.
Believing in all I fear, I`m breathing out, this repeating line.
The last thing I`m seeing, is bleeding in through the sound.
Just turn it up again. But I don`t know this... wash out the images.
And hoping that it might that it just might, not come
again you turn and watch the screen, get up do anything you can.