In another life Five hundred years ago I see your shadow on the wall Hands and feet of Europe I am holding my breath It gives me good reason Good reason to exist Strange now, to think To live In the shade I dwell Police light on my life Selfhood makes a tearless man I am caught in the landscape of a photograph Changing from dream to dream I've cut the lines and hung a noose I will hang those that have missed their chance I want to return to normal and end where it began Selfhood makes a tearless man I am the same man Not one eye averted with a sudden start I know again that I do not yet exist And I want to be held Selfhood makes a tearless man In five hundred years time Normal again Beginning with the end From dream to dream I hold my breath I do believe we have yet met again Selfhood makes a tearless man