Cameos

Everything's so still

I think the wind is watching from it's

Northwest window sill

Looking straight ahead

I feel a bit too far for comfort, won't you take my hand

I hope this is only the end of the show

And we all get leading roles

The doors we close behind

They're never locked and always draughty

Hands, hearts, brains

Are irreparably changed

And many miles down the road

On a night that's dark and stormy

We'll be sold to the sky

In a violent flash of light

I thought the set was real

Till our friends went to their dressing rooms

And I felt the cardboard trees

So now here we are

All alone and naked

Beneath these white, fluorescent stars

And our laundry will swing on the line

Story told, the credits roll

The lights are up, it's time to go