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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 The curtain rises, the scene begins Mists are clearing, the world comes to a halt Through the bedroom window, a dueling pair The eruption unfolds, clouding the air And my mind is floating free now Across the room from where I am But the way I'm feeling now I couldn't give a damn The smoke is lifting, another time The first impression, my second chance I cannot be seeing these things I can't believe It has to be a dream, but I can't seem to leave I'm disembodied, floating Somewhere I've never been This vision, it must be fiction Can I pretend to not have seen? The slam of the door The rattle of the china Footsteps tapping down the stairs As the echoes slowly die I'm watching through the window As the headlights flare to life Then recede, and turn, lancing out Into the night, and I wonder why... I just stood there and let her go... I hear the crash of the glass I see the agonized expression, please say this hasn't come to pass! I'm watching... but I don't believe Through phantom eyes I can only begin to grieve... I snap back to my reality Can I dream of better things? As I'm lost in bitter reverie The telephone rings... |