The Driver - Momus

Carcrash in autumn

Ten years today

You wanted an exit

I was the way

I was locked up

When you broke in

I was the car

You crashed in

How can so much pain

Be in something that’s gone?

Guggenheim glasses

Van der Graaf hair

So many faces

But you’re not there

Amputee syndrome

My phantom limb

Buzzing inside me

Under my skin

How can so much pain

Be in something that’s gone?

And I am the driver

Of nothing at all

One of us void now

The other just null

Japanese paper

Paris in spring

In your apartment

Skin on skin

Like an abortion

With the foetus still there

I can still smell

Your hair

How can so much pain

Be in something that’s gone?

Surrounded by flowers

Allergic as hell

The joyride was ours

And the children’s as well

Carcrash in autumn

My phantom limb

Buzzing beside me

As real as skin

How can so much pain

Be in something that’s gone?

And I am the driver

Of nothing at all

One of us void now

The other just null

How can so much pain

Be in something that’s gone?

Ten years already

Life carries on