Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to passion
my audience leaves the stage
Floating ahead, perfumed shift, within the silence
The face launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained

You played this scene
You played scene before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A reaction, reaction

The unleashes imagination
In pornographic images, in which you will be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place, this gravestone

And the become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would be developing the negative view
And you to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk,
Let the cats walk, and the cat

I've played scene before
I've played this before
I the mote in eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A reaction, satisfaction

You can't me under the carpet
You can't me under the stairs
The custodian of your private
leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of
Sentenced to in the morass of anonymity

You, who I directed with the will
You, who I let the lens
You, who I let in the spotlights glare
You, who wiped me from your
a greasepaint mask
Just a greasepaint mask, a mask

But now, I'm the in the grass
The ghost of film past
I'm the producer of your
And the has just begun
It's just begun, begun, it's just

Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid
As you stutter paralyzed rabbits eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive salvation from the lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, the obituary
My cue in the last act
And you wait in solitude, waiting for the prompt

for the prompt
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
for the prompt
You've played this scene