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