Testo:
If the audience was listening
When the curtains rise again
If I knew what’s going on, just a part of your plan
If I had a bit of mind kick,
If the spirit unfurled
But I’ve only got a vision
A strange kind of world
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
The jester takes the violin
And lets the poison flow
Insects whirr into the sky
& atlas dropped the earth u know
U wrote a 2 comedy
With all the nightmares u could feature
But I’m lying in my own world
Learning from my own world’s creatures
If the audience was listening
Just for one more time
I could be more than a clown
Living more than a lie
But while I reel in the spotlights
The show must go on
My souffleuse is dead and i
Can’t remember the song
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
When the curtains rise again
If I knew what’s going on, just a part of your plan
If I had a bit of mind kick,
If the spirit unfurled
But I’ve only got a vision
A strange kind of world
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
The jester takes the violin
And lets the poison flow
Insects whirr into the sky
& atlas dropped the earth u know
U wrote a 2 comedy
With all the nightmares u could feature
But I’m lying in my own world
Learning from my own world’s creatures
If the audience was listening
Just for one more time
I could be more than a clown
Living more than a lie
But while I reel in the spotlights
The show must go on
My souffleuse is dead and i
Can’t remember the song
In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
