There is a room that you just now walked out of   It has everything in it but you   There's a mirror that knew what you looked like   And a door that has ruined the view    There's a carpet depressed by your footsteps   A hallway which echoes their sound   There's an arrow that points to the exit   And a lift that goes no further down, no further down      There's a stage play that shows every evening    With no prompter, no plot and no lines   The actors don't know what they're doing   They improvise all of their lives   And the action's all happening offstage   Where the props meet the actual things    Someone saw you with a gun in your hand    I heard the report from the wings      You say you're leaving   When I know that you're gone   After the fact, you'll be back    But long after the song      If ever I try to run after   The ceiling reveals the sky   The carpet is pulled out from under   The walls disappear in the flies    Behind them, the lenses of cameras   They all want a piece of us now   The story behind the unmaking   The what and the why and the how   Excuse if I choose not to bow      You say you're leaving   When I know that you're gone   After the fact, you'll be back   But long after the song is gone   After the fact, you'll be gone    But long after the song