The girl in the feathered dress stood still
Staring at the empty rows of  seats
The ghosts of hollow strangers who had paid to watch
Lurked in the dimly lit house

There is a flurry of forgotten entertainment

The girl in the feathered dress stood tall
Ready to sing the ancient lullabies of yesterday
No one will hear them tomorrow
In the noisy silence of now

The interest was carried out the door
Following the flurry of forgotten entertainment

The girl in the feathered dress sat down
Lost in mourning for memories of life
Where speaking was accepted
Before it was betrayed by the phosphorescent glow

The present goes unnoticed while the interest is carried out the door following the flurry of forgotten entertainment

The girl in the feathered dress laid her head down
Weeping for the losses that only she could see
Everyone else was to busy
To take notice

Observation is lost as the present goes unnoticed while the interest is carried out the door following the flurry of forgotten entertainment