Closer

I'm well aware that it's not enough,
Maybe you should just look a little closer.
Don't read between the lines, baby, just read them.
Maybe you're looking too close now.

Waxing in riddles because straight forward never worked.
A cold, hard stare is more powerful than words,
But when you cut out the eyes from the picture,
The backdrop tells you everything you need to know.

So cut it out for me to make it easier,
Cut it out for me to make the riddles that much simpler.
Black out the teeth, carve the way to your senses,
No more than stencils on your mirror,
Once attached to the edges but now just the frame itself,
The engines of our creation.

I'm well aware that it's not enough,
Maybe you should just look a little closer.
Don't read between the lines, baby, just read them.
Maybe you're looking too close now.

White and black to your technicolour resistance,
You shine with a shimmer the stars would kill for.
When you gleam your eyes back at the pictures,
The light is too bright for your hands to blind.

So cut it out for me to make it easier,
Cut it out for me to make the riddles that much simpler.
The answer has always been beneath the surface,
As the cameras trace the outlines of our souls.
Flashing against the invisible faces that walk alone,
The wrinkles of our true age.

I'm well aware that it's not enough,
Maybe you should just look a little closer.
Don't read between the lines, baby, just read them.
Maybe you're looking too close now.