In a darkened room
With no trace of time,
He cannot persue his dream.
With a trembling hand
He gets into play
With a flash it hits the screen.
Video fever takes him over
Video takes him through his day.
He is a man with no opinion
Video tells him what to say.
Like a silver cloud
On a empty shell
Colour rains around his head
And the shades are drawn
As the night goes on.
He can not go back to bed.