Living in a screenplay She had never read the end And no one else is to see it The pain of abrasions Covered with a smile No one to look underneath
In a lonesome night she ran away In quest for light and then she found fire
Flying on broken wings Uprising from the ruins Living on broken dreams What a night to come alive Living on broken wings What a blessing in disguise A blessing in disguise
You're a star in a comedy Never proofread by yourself So that wicked sense of humor is divine? And the cries of a bleeding child May become a vow Nevermore you'll fall into line
Every long cold night you dream - oh Rain on you, pain you, you scream You desire
Flying on broken wings Uprising from the ruins Living on broken dreams What a night to come alive Living on broken wings What a blessing in disguise A blessing in disguise
Flying on broken wings Uprising from the ruins Living on broken dreams What a night to come alive Living on broken wings What a blessing in disguise A blessing in disguise
