Tabitha Kermorvant - Out of Focus

Heavy Beds, Empty Eyes
Heavy beds, empty eyes,
One hundred bodies, frozen cold.
What am I even waiting for? Dancing in
The thin disguise.
Just a shadow on the wall,
Looking through me like I am glass.
Watching all the hours pass,
Waiting for the people to fall.
Out of focus, out of
This shell.
Dancing only with myself.
No one even knows my name.
Turn me down.
Turn me down.
In the track—never look back. Never
Look back. In the track, never look
Back.
A plastic cup left on the side.