Act 1: Call on the brigade Break out the bottles of champagne And raise your gla** to the sky Lucy says that she loves me I beg and tend to disagree I'm just her fling for the night Step back, to the better years When we, we never were like this Now we, do this all the time... And the ballroom's swinging To the song that is our life And then the gallery resumes Hair pins, corsets, and sweet perfume Fill the, opaque room with new life Dress down in your vintage cool Dance dance, we float across the room As we, drift into the night Frances, she hangs with the aristocrats Has a bottle of wine with her cigarettes And then, we all start to sing So you are the way you are Everything so called Light, you burn away This is the end of me