stage set
  curtain
  song queued
  expectaion
  spotlight
  act one
  applause/bow
  reapeat steps
    can't you see right now my hands are bleeding
  blisters broken dripping from the ceiling
  I don't want to be here now
  I've fallen apart and I can't pick up the pieces
  I cry in the dark and cup my ears to seashells
  to hear the solitude it brings
    so many faces - so many voices - so many reaaons
  to give this up and this goes on and on
    can't you hear right now my ears are ringing?
  my head held in my hands to stop the spinning
  it stops only to start again
  my home has long since een replaced
  with a world this window pane
    have I finally gone too far to come home?
  this world might wait for me tonight, but she won't
  now only time will tell if these wax-wings will melt
  only moments to spare
    we fall asleep with the color of the sunrise
  we count the years on circles under our eyes
  we dream in shaeds of blue and gray
  we speak in tongues of metaphors and stories
  we bleed the ink of subtle allegory
  we are the needle in the hay