On With The Show

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 mausoleums 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 them play

The songs we sometimes sing

For tulips and spare change

At least I have the band in check

On with the show