The Mirror-Blue Night

Flip on a switch, and everything's fine
No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes
The naked blue angel, who peers through the blinds
Disappears in the gloom of the mirror-blue night.

But there's nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind
It's broken inside – I'm a man and a child
I'm at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold
Who knocks at my peace, with no keys to my soul.

And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
Will steal away too, with a flick of the light
The minute you do it, with fingers so blind
You remove every bit of the blue from your mind.

But there's nowhere to hide from the ghost in my mind
It's cold in these bones – of a man and a child
And there's no one who knows, and there's nowhere to go
There's no one to see who can see to my soul.