There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Okay, so it's not twisted as that ... but that is close to what I want to say.
So why am I not using all my forces of articulation to express the pang that rings in my ears before I sleep - and be turned into an insomniac?
Because there is no point. You gotta do what you gotta do.
The world'd be a much better place if more people realized the meaning of that sentence.