Strike the hour.
Two heartbeats drop the beat.
Pick up the rhythm.
Like she doesn't know he's using her.
She's a whispered secret,
Behind uninviting doors,
We'll live like we've live,
A thousand times before.
Raise the curtain,
For the final act,
While in this number we tap,
Our feet to the rhythm of our hearts,
And give it away now.
He's the greatest actor,
To ever take the stage.
His words mean nothing,
And you can see right through his costume anyway.
But she's to blinded by the spotlight in her eyes,
To give a damn,
I hate the way that they all say her name,
Like a whispered secret,
Behind uninviting doors,
He says, "We'll live like we've lived,
A thousand times before."
Stand up and applaud,
The show is over,
You can pick up your refunds at the door.
You've got your money,
But lost your souls,
That's what you get for believing the show.