When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion forewarned |
| My audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift |
| Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames |
| Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career |
You played this scene before, you played this scene before |
| I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye |
| A misplaced reaction |
The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images |
| In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable |
| Unapproachable, constant in the darkness |
| Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction |
| With no flower to place before this gravestone |
| And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin |
| But that would be developing the negative view |
| And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour |
| The public act, let you model your shame |
| On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk |
| Let the cats walk, and the cat walks |
I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before |
| I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye |
| A misplaced reaction, satisfaction |
You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs |
| The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear |
| Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity |
| Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity |
| You who I directed with lovers will, you who I let hypnotise the lens |
| You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare |
| You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask |
| Just like a greasepaint mask |
But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past |
| I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun |
| It's just begun |
Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets |
| As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows |
| Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips |
| Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary |
| My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude |
| Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt |
You've played this scene before |