Flowers this morning What a classic performance last night A dusty bouquet of excuses Lit In the spotlight Anger exhausted him Choked whistling rage Heavy direction On how to behave Under the weight of his script And a gold wedding ring
I′m like Hedy Lamarr Just playing a part Trapped in the screen where I'll never be seen In the dark Just like Hedy Lamarr
I′ll take my cue When his working day's through and prepare A painted-on smile A rehearsed, graceful glide down the stairs To greet him Tormented Thrown around like a prop His fist, a deep kiss I'm directing this shot I′ll edit these frames and the shame Into scenes I can bear
Just like Hedy Lamarr A golden, broken work of art The cameras have stopped, and the weight seems to drop In my heart Oh Hedy Lamarr
Ghosts are mistakes Failures and heartbreaks Haunting these old empty sets Inventing ways To live better days Shaping fantasy out of regret
Just like Hedy Lamarr Playing Delilah on screen in an old cinema For men behind lenses who think they invented the stars Cast in the role of a lifetime Hiding the scars Me and Hedy Lamarr
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