And so
Got a feeling I should go
Got a little bit of sense left
Know you took most of that
What is there?
But just a little bit of dark and hope in you
Just a little dance to get where we must get too
Better drag yourself again
And it's a little bit absurd my world spins on
Like a theatre, of the day by day, there's so much wrong
Yes, I know out there is our abyss
But I must dress up and move like this
On with the show
They put me back together
Two arms, one nose
And a dress that fits the weather
Perfumed me with a rose
With a science it begins
In the absence of dear friends
A single figure in the wings
And the symphony goes on, and on, and on
In mausoleum's made of birth and bricks and song
Here is where the newborns blink
Here is where the angels sing
There's the swell of strings
The quire in constant rage
It's the pit that sets the time
But we never see the play
The songs we sometimes sing
For tulips and spare change
At least I have the band in check
On with the show
