Ten to close and it's always December,
The cat drags in what time forgot to remember
I never forget this tattered number, You said
Haven't you got anything a little stronger?
Stare into the void of you where time stands still and I know
There aint no modern man for you
Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know.
Applause long gone but here I'm hanging on every word
On the dark stage where the script stops
And the tragedy starts to show.
Infatuation high
Fires rise in pinpoint eyes
Like something once beautiful, studied and objectified,
Something old & spat out, you walk in. Oh where you been?
And what were you?
What was this promise that never came true?
Bit parts in forgotten frames, monologues still memorized
incantations to turn back time
I looked you up, I watched them all
Same face same eyes as this reprise
They might be giants, they might be gods,
Or just a damage case on a 30 year drunk,
so check the gate.
There aint no modern man for you
Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know.
The applause long gone but here I'm hanging on every word.
On the tightrope where the script stops
and the desperation starts to show.