Dancing for a crowd of one
Applause erupts for all you've done

The neon lights
Burn through your mask tied on tight

Across an empty stage, you spin round and round
Your thinly shrouded lies crumble to the ground

Refusing to let go of the facade
You've so carefuly created
Even as echoes of applause
Begin to sound so faded

But now I say "Step down."
And "Take your humble bows."

He steps onto the sand
and reaches out his hand.

Tempting her to play,
tugging at her heels,
causing her to sway.

She decides to not just stand,
but leave this plain old land.

Splashing in the rays,
he makes her laugh some way.

Reaching now the end of day,
he takes her back,
back to stay,
and slowly slips away.

She sits and wonders,
wonders why,
why the rain falls,
and seems to cry.

Sadness flows,
deep from her vains,
and still she wonders why it rains.

As dawn breaks,
the house shakes.

Her heart pounding,
thunder sounding.

The beat goes on,
sure and strong.

It won't be long now,
she knows somehow,
deep within,
there is something,
that's always been,
love everlasting.

And now she watches,
as the storm passes,
her shirt covered,
covered in splotches.

Iis it rain?
Or just her tears?
Why can't she just,
face her fears?

She sits and wonders,
wonders why,
why the rain falls,
and seems to cry.

The rain it sounds,
like a great drum pouning.
Thunder growling,
like a trumpet sounding.
The wind is howling,
the skies are clouding,
the people shouting,
awlays doubting.

The heavens pouting,
pouring rain.
Then calm.
He raises up his palm,
blood rushing through his vain.
The world stops,
and jaws drop,
the monstrous storm is slain.

The sun shines through.
The skies are blue.
Grass sparkles with thin dew,
as everything starts anew.

Sailing by in a boat made of paper
Circus dancers far above the clouds
Trees covered with ribbons
Twisted by the sun

Birds singing forgotten notes
Past reflections of precious moments
Barking at the moon above
Firey breath and fogged up mirrors

Simple words across a page
Gently gliding with the wind
Wicked branches of forelorn beauty
Whispered temptations and unanswered prayers

Drifting slowly under broken bridges
Sailing by in a boat made of paper.