Lights

Your things do not belong here

They now look out of place

Just like a crooked painting

Your face would not stay straight



We've got to get out while we can

Our peace we will forever hold

One more night without a blanket

Someone's bound to catch a cold



Just like the devil's disguise

So are the days of our lies



But before you leave I have

A confession to make

It was only to impress your parents

All those nights I washed the plates

Scratched on an actors textbook

'There are some things you just can't fake'



Now I've got dishpan hands



Now the show is finally over

There's something I must stress

There will be no more revivals

My love I repossess



We missed our curtain call

There's nothing left to say at all