On With The Show

And so

Got a feeling I should go

Got a little bit of sense left

No, you took most of that

What is left?

But just a little bit of dark and hope in you

Just a little dance to cared where we must head to

Better drag yourself again

And it's a little bit of (?) my world spins off

Like a (?) there's so much more

Yes I know that there's a (?)

But (?)

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 silence it begins

In the abcense of difference

A singel figure in the wind

And the symphony goes on, and on, and on

A mausoleum's made of blood and bricks and stone

Here is where the new moons blink

Here is where the angels sing

Now this one is free

The fire it comes to me

(?)

Though we know this isn't faith

The songs we sometimes sing

The (?) sense that change

At least I have a man in check

On with the show