Over harmony till the curtain call
As the lights go dim with anticipation
It's about to begin
With the helicopter that rescued you
With it's pra-pa-pa-peller over that terrace view
Well they all knew you when your thought got loose
Though it was hidden in an opera
Everything seems so real when you're on the mezzanine
Squeeze mother's hand, boys don't scream
Staring at the stage watching the masked man kill the maid
And slink down deep in my seat
And so it goes...
The rhythm runs away with no rhyme in it
The story starts to unfold
And though the scenes are rather dark dense and different
The orchestra will grow
Can't help it anymore
What have we done? They're coming through the floor
Can't hold them back
When social belles make disguisable boys
He tips his hat to the quizzical crowd
Watch the magic come out of a fat man's mouth
His pitter-patter on the legs of laughter
Keeps on kicking you
Anything that enters must make an exit
Nothing ever stays in it's place
And as the room changes
As a conductor turns his pages
And the sets reverse around
Below...
The cardboard ocean that's hung by strings
And the sequined mermaids
Are manned by heads dizzy by the kerosene
That's burning down the play
Pinch me from this dream
A recurring nightmare
Bookmarking my sleep
Never-ending fanfare
There's got to be some cause for this insanity
Sit yourself down and watch the canvas wall Over harmony till the curtain call As the lights go dim with anticipation It's about to begin With the helicopter that rescued you With it's pra-pa-pa-peller over that terrace view Well they all knew you when your thought got loose Though it was hidden in an opera Everything seems so real when you're on the mezzanine Squeeze mother's hand, boys don't scream Staring at the stage watching the masked man kill the maid And slink down deep in my seat And so it goes... The rhythm runs away with no rhyme in it The story starts to unfold And though the scenes are rather dark dense and different The orchestra will grow Can't help it anymore What have we done? They're coming through the floor Can't hold them back When social belles make disguisable boys He tips his hat to the quizzical crowd Watch the magic come out of a fat man's mouth His pitter-patter on the legs of laughter Keeps on kicking you Anything that enters must make an exit Nothing ever stays in it's place And as the room changes As a conductor turns his pages And the sets reverse around Below... The cardboard ocean that's hung by strings And the sequined mermaids Are manned by heads dizzy by the kerosene That's burning down the play Pinch me from this dream A recurring nightmare Bookmarking my sleep Never-ending fanfare There's got to be some cause for this insanity Explain Request ×
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