Looking upon another act onstage Lights drawing my eyes I can see myself inside this play
I feel this stage like an empty place All the sounds of my heart I can hear it so loud, and so alone now
Scene one, I am waking after a dream Back to my common life Wish it was like that sight
Trying to get back to my latest theme But this paint won’t come up ‘Cause her voice fills my thoughts
I can’t see Who’s that queen ‘Cause my dream Blotted out
Hold me With your sweet, Warming hands Come in, Play the lead On my stage You’d be the cure for the wounds of my life You feed the hope that lives inside My bleeding heart
Clouded sight... I try but I can’t draw her outline...
Scene two, just had the same dream Each time it seems to me That this voice sounds more honeyed, Closer and closer to me
Scene three, I’m going out A theater ticket found Lying around the street Takes me by chance to a first row seat
Play’s on, first words heard Making the truth be unfurled The voice that’s in my dream Comes from her, playing the lead
Last scene, I meet her after act onstage Just one thing I will say “Be the lead in my play”
Now I see You’re my queen Dear Jeanne Have no doubt
Hold me With your sweet, Warming hands Come in, Play the lead On my stage You’d be the cure for the wounds of my life You feed the hope that lives inside My bleeding heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
