Living in a screenplay she neve r read the end and no one else is to see.. The pain of abrasions covered with a smile no one's to look underneath
In a lonesome night she ran away in quest for light and then
What a night to come alive What a blessing in disguise
You're a star in a comedy never proofread by yourself so that wicked sense of humour is divine? And the cries of a bleeding child Nevermore you'll fall into line
Every long cold night you dream-oh Rain on you pain on you scream
What a night to come alive What a blessing in disguise..