On With The Show

And so Got a feeling I should go Got a little bit of sense left Know you took most of that What is there? But just a little bit of dark and hope in you Just a little dance to get where we must get too Better drag yourself again And it's a little bit absurd, my world spins on Like a theater of the day by day, there's so much wrong Yes, I know out there is our abyss But I must dress up and move like this On with the show They put me back together Two arms, one nose And a dress that fits the weather Perfumed me with a rose With a science it begins In the absence of dear friends A single figure in the wings And the symphony goes on and on and on In mausoleums made of birth and bricks and song Here is where the newborns blink Here is where the angels sing There's the swell of strings The quire in constant rage It's the pit that sets the time, but we never see them play The songs we sometimes sing for tulips and spare change At least I have the band in check On with the show