Apr 15, 2006 15:32
I believe the heart’s a theatre,
and that the actors on its stage
are playing dreams but they’re imposters
and that the devil pays their wage.
I believe the passion of that drama
that we’re certain is for real
is a diversion for our senses
while the director comes to steal.
And ever since I was a little kid, I didn’t want to run away,
But it scared me half to death to think that I might have to stay.
I’ve had a hundred scarecrow certainties.
I’ve built a wooden drawbridge for my brain.
But they all burn up
when I see Your face
against the window pane...
--This is one of my favorite songs--