my god how time flies
	i close up my brain
	and another friend dies

					   i feel like a mirror
				      feel like nothing is mine
				      i could go back to crying
				       but now dying seems fine

	so i hang from the ceiling
	or i sit on the air
	or rot in a corner
	until somebody cares

					        faces at random
				          i quote people i knew
				         i'd love to be like me
				       if i could feel like you

		here am i more roche five than pain
		here am i just me and my walls to blame
		here am i i really don't feel quite sane
		here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
		   lock my door i only think in black and white
				  i'll even try to look ashamed

	moving out of central
	somebody knows me well
	says he'll spill the whole story
	he may be lying i can't tell

					         meet me inside
			         i'll keep my head to the floor
				     and one hand on the handle
					   of the mad/sane door

		here am i more roche five than pain
		here am i just me and my walls to blame
		here am i i really don't feel quite sane
		here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
		   lock my door i only think in black and white
				  i'll even try to look ashamed

	my shadow in vain	      my shadow in vain
		my shadow in vain	      my shadow in vain
				my shadow in vain...


 Gary Numan, "My Shadow In Vain", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978