You're not yourself this evening, you chose the role you want to play, I'll draw the curtains for you, and drag you slowly off the stage, and wrap you up in eiderdown and leave you sleeping still and soundless, but we've lost track of time and now you have to open your eyes or be left behind. But you wait for my hands to heal over, wait for my eyes to dry, then you take my breath away, you take my breath away. I wrap myself around you and drag you with me to the ground, and I pretend I know you, through all these weaknesses I've found, and frame you on my bedroom wall and watch you standing still and tall and I'd like to break the glass to watch you walk, but you're so fast and I'm scared, I'll be left behind.