Derealisation

In high school corridors, what is left
But ravenheaded girls with chequered bags
By autumn twilights in empty parks
Sit dirty blondes with cigarettes

Thunder through the day and kissed by walls of grey
Pictures of her bass put on her MySpace page
Concrete, cobblestone and wooden-hearted homes
Where did the time go?

Flash the camera, close the blinds
Try again to get rid of the red-eye;
The number in the corner shows the memories to come
You feel that winter chill run up your spine

Plunder in the snow, the ethereal glow
Waiting for the silence to touch your ghost
The yellow light fights your eyes of blue;
Don't you feel the disconnection too?