a silent stage; a dusty beam of light
you're sitting wide-eyed and afraid
i'm in the wings -- i see your tears
i come and join you from the dark
listen to our rosined hearts
beating together; beating apart
it's strange how things grow strong and fade again
you see through me like a plate of glass
you see my eyes
and how i see
see how i can't see through myself
quietly you hear the rain
slurping through an earthy drain
into the roots of our being
you rise and face the blackened room
the expectant audience in their womb
you see the outline of their faces
you see inside
you see yourself
you get up and you start to talk
"please listen to what i say
although it may all seem cliché
it's just a couple of suggestions
i've seen your ways
your ways like mine
it's hard to wander through the dark
just try to find your way around
and get up if you've fallen down
i know it's harder than it sounds like
you have to find
truth for yourself
you can't put your hands on others' backs
and you may never find a light
but without the search, all you've done in life
is sit confounded in a dark room
without a face
without a name
no one can see you properly
but if you live to see your dawning
before you think the chance is gone, you'll
see your face and what it looks like
and who you were
and who you'll be
you'll be fulfilled when you see yourself"
when you finish, look around and see
the people next to you and me
the auditorium's almost empty
a thousand lights
a thousand men
they look around and through skin
