Empty spaces, what are we living for…..
Another hero, another mindless crime….Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore..
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning
I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends…
The show must go on….