What a mess to find

What a mess inside - its frighting

What a mess we hide

Behind the perfect scene

And my head, my heart, my thoughts

Under glowing warpaint found

I'm sure of my lines

And you know the score

Until the final scene

Is there enough to live

When the spots are dying

Will you learn to catch

The applause before it fades

But I'm mad, I'm mad you know

I'm going round in circles - you know

When they leave their seats

When the silence sets

I'm falling on my knees

I wish I could turn the lights on

I am longing for release

The curtains fall, the clowns are walking home will

My heart begin to speak

Will your heart begin to see me

Will your heart see me

Will we find our words

When the halls are empty

Will we ditch our mask

When the stage is dark

You're a man, a man of truth

Disguised in all that glory

When the season ends

And the day begins

Will you still be here with me

I wish I could turn the lights on

I am longing for release

The curtains fall, the clowns are walking home

Will my heart begin to speak

Will your heart begin to see me

Will your heart see me