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.