He stepped out of the film again Brushed off the dust and walked away The touch of a hand was fading from him A different scene began A voice-over through scenes of sunrise "It feels like someone's using my eyes" Tinsel wind and curtains blowing He looked down at his hands He was a new kind of man He was a new kind of man He was a new kind, a new kind of man He feels the rain upon his face He's young again, nineteen again Blue hills on a distant skyline Someone took his hand An underwater kind of silence Humming of electric pylons "Don't forget me" fades in static Another scene began Transparent faces from the old school No-one to project them onto He drives by 1958 And someone says his name He waved out of the film again He turned and he flickered and he walked away He felt a distant kind of longing Another scene began