Can you taste the grit   Between your teeth   The heat of the lights   The crack of the whip   The snapping sound   Of someone's nerves   If you pay you get   What you deserve      We're coming up from the deep   The lizard sheds it's skin   Night obliterates the day   And all the fun begins   Shadow boxing with yourself   Just seems to get you nowhere   You don't want to cheat   When playing solitare      Three faces come alive   Try and focus and be one   never let it be said that   The jester comes undone   A wreckless gambling pace   With time enough to borrow   Time enough to measure   All of our tomorrows      Curtain call and lights grow dim   Tragedy, love all lie within   Each player takes his chance to play   And lives to fight another day      What boundaries to cross   What chances for the taking   Stepping in the angels' way   Not to be forsaken      No more will I roam   Our childish dreams are soon outgrown   But here we stand   In our theatreland   Curtain call   About to fall