
I have had to split myself into two
So that I could be with you
Every now and then, I find myself slipping into the phone booth
Switching between identities, one of them I couldn’t reveal to you
Because you simply couldn’t comprehend that truth
How do superheros live normal lives?
Without having themselves to divide?
And temporarily renounce their sacred callings, for love?
Is love meant for us?
No, it probably isn’t – to us its denied
And Clark Kent is a lie
What do you think about this?