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



Were 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 light go dim

Tragedy, love all lie within

Each player takes his chance to play

And lives to fight another day



What boundries to cross

What chances for the taking

Stepping in the angels wake

Not to be foresaken



No more will I roam

Our childish dreams are soon outgrown

But here we stand

In our own theatreland

Curtain call

About to fall

Writer : SCABIES, SENSIBLE, GRAY, VANIAN
Copyright : Lyrics © ANGLO-ROCK, INC.