Facelift Songtext
von Christopher Wilson

One corridor leading towards that plain
That runs the middle, that hides the shame
The stale of the stare, brInging on the bare
Barely consoled

The express of tone marking the beat of mind
Wonder of how many, feel the beat
The beat left behind
The ones so tepid, so false
One true foregoes


That′s much too little, a little too much, much too little to say
The scatter here for shatter there, a little too much to pay
One face you see, one face you make, one face, really
Are you really there?
That face you see, that face you make, is it really, really fair?

Closer to a fright than a thrill
Not much difference, but the distance held
Holding a character, that is what you call me
Keeps them lugging, keeps them tugging
Today, hooray

That's much too little, a little too much, much too little to say
The scatter here for shatter there, a little too much to pay
One face you see, one face you make, one face, really
Are you really there?
That face you see, that face you make, is it really, really fair?