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...