Act III (feat. Kenny Wilson)

Was this how it was meant to be?

Weren’t we supposed to get our shit together in Act Three?

Instead, they’re spreading rumours on the grand marquee

As inside, someone else’s name goes crawling up the screen

Now wind it back

Wind it back

Was this the line I chose to toe?

I jumped the queue, then hit the bar and missed the show

We used to strike our bargains in the dark, back row

But the second it felt real, the second reel began to slow

So wind it back

Wind it back

And if it seems the same old story:

The camera lied

Was this who I was meant to be?

The archetypal misfit, wrestling his mortality?

I could have called for rewrites on that tired old scene

But I sacrificed the narrative for continuity

Now wind it back

Yeah, wind it back

Yeah, wind it back

Wind it back