Flickering Wind-Blown Sunlight Video (MV)

When I dream of falling down
I always wake up just before I hit the ground
And when I scream, there's no sound
But then I wake up and all the words come pouring out
I don't know what you've been told
But this routine is getting old
I've been up and down this road
And it never looks the same
With that mask upon your face
An accurate portrait's hard to paint
You're some old artwork that fades and flakes
Imprisoned within a frame

Everything that happens now
Has already happened at a different time in a different town
It just seems new somehow
Like a story that no one has written down
But it's one that you read and it bleeds right through
You start to see that it's nothing new
It gets hard to tell who's f*cking who
But it won't matter anyway
The nice guy still ends up alone
The pretty girl still takes off her clothes
Takes a snapshot with her camera phone
And sends it on its way