Besedila: T.S.O.L.. Soft Focus.

One day I lost my face in a crowd.
I tried to call it back, the colors ran into the sand.
I'd worn this face before now,
and looked out through these jaded eyes.

Soft focus...soft focus...
To watch the picture tube, and see me fade from black to grey.

Through the darkness I stumbled to,
laughter in the darkened room.
Though when I came through the doorway,
the laughter seemed to fade away.


Soft focus...soft focus...
Oh can't you see me in this crowded room? God, can't you hear me in this...

Headlights on the screen passing far away,
I saw my eyes in the car, red light jumped on my face,
on to the screen and left me here.
I couldn't walk away...