Deadly Dull - Movements

This is the story of a man that I know

A man with a heart of gold

But a body becoming weak

And a mind that let him go

This is the story of a man and his wife

And how she died of that same disease

How he stayed with her after her spirit left

But he won’t remember her death and

It’s a deadly dull

Like a sword stuck in its sheath

A mind once sharp and full

Now clouded and diseased

What’s it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?

Waking up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?

And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?

As time leaves me behind to fade away, away

This is the story of a man that I know

He knows my face but he doesn’t know me

Pretends he does every time we meet

And puts his questions on repeat

Like, «Are you staying out of trouble?

What’s the plan?

Can we go see G-Ma down the street?

When I saw her last, she didn’t say much of anything

But if I were there, think how much better it would be»

They break the news a few times a week

And every time, it’s followed by the same thing

He sits outside and keeps quiet for a while

And forgets and goes to sleep

(Life with a heavy soul)

Will that be me eventually?

(Death by a deadly dull)

Will that be me?

It’s a deadly dull

Like a sword stuck in its sheath

A mind once sharp and full

Now clouded and diseased

What’s it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?

Waking up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?

And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?

As time leaves me behind to fade away, away