Cul-De-Sac Video (MV)

Drifting past
Hometown diner
The cracked window

My shattered likeness
Superimposed
On the empty booth
We always liked

Wandered up to
The apex of a hill
Some street I've
Never been

Flowering yard
Bay windows
Milky-skinned child
Cradled by the mother

They laugh
Sun shines brighter
They laugh
Soft smile
They laugh
Warm embrace
They laugh

Suddenly
My doppelgänger
Green skin, obsidian eyes
Shuffling in a panic
Hurries past

The family screams
A baby cries
A cul-de-sac in crisis
In crisis

I blink
Come to
The woman scowling
I rush away
Checking my hands

Morning news
A light in the sky
Seen the night before

Then a boy
Quite like me
Bloodied
In a flowering yard

And through my dusty window
A vaguely familiar hill
How quiet it is