Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to passion
Forewarned my leaves the stage
Floating ahead, shift, within the stammering silence
The face that launched a frames
Betrayed by a tear, a stained career

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

The darkroom imagination
In images, in which you will always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, in a darkness, in a darkness
an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place, before this

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

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

You brush me under the carpet
You hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private
You're leading actor of
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of
Sentenced to rejection in the 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 me from your memory
Like a mask
Just like a greasepaint mask, a

But now, I'm the snake in the
The ghost of film reels
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 with rabbits eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the
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 scene before