Kalimba Song

I pull the shortest match from a box of twenty When I blow it out a house of cards falls down But we remember how it stood Because still something remains Gently holding a space And so it lives on And on A shadow gaunt The fictional frame all hollowed out I pour myself down the drain Looking back up at the gristly remains And realise that nothing could replace, nothing simulates The real life beyond the name What the hunger brings on And on A shadow gaunt The fictional frame all hollowed out On And on A shadow gaunt The fictional frame all hollowed out On And on A shadow gaunt Thе fictional frame all hollowed out