I mistake myself For the silhouette I used to know Cold on the stairs Written and locked in the bottom drawer Moping in denial I mistake myself As you walk in my room And I write my mind On the back of my hand Sitting alone in the dining room Moping in denial I mistake myself For pieces of paper In various editions I guess I'm quite complete Must I hold my breath and turn blue Moping in denial Take a look over your shoulder My face on the wall Is staring in your window Be quiet I'm talking I can't hear what I'm saying The shape I made Is the hand that bites me I mistake myself I mistake myself I mistake myself I mistake myself Ha Ha Ha Ha We all fall down