Cutting Floor

With no sense at all
I found husks on the way
Savior rolled up in newspaper
Strung out by scaffolding
With no sense at all
Moved through motion pictures
One frame at a time
Lovers commiserate in black and white
Hung up in sepia
With no sense at all
When I am the only one
Seems to know what goes on
Behind presses rolling over canisters