She lingers alone And in the dark She waits her cue She enters from the wings She's a spectre (tempest) in the footlights she illuminates the night She promises everything So she bows at her reception clutching roses Like redemption Petals falling at her feet And i admit It requires An exquisite Kind of liar A kind of brilliance to believe Critics fakes and cheap alcohol mumbled clumsy dialogue would never bring her down she's lost in her soliloquy, Her lonely Bittersweet elegy To love lost not found while here in the shadows i am bleeding, baby But you can't even Hear my voice All the world's her stage now Say your lines just like you mean it she's the playwright You're the play now Say your lines Like you believe Just say your lines And you'll believe Leave them To their applause and curtain calls She says "the play's the only thing" And its all such grand theater When you realize you need her You'd promise her anything So if all of our pretending And make believe happy endings Are as fragile as angel's wings Don't you see It requires An exquisite Kind of liar A kind of madness a kind of brilliance and i believe