I never thought it could come to this, As you sit there crying, Hanging on with your fingertips To something that's already dead. Now we're into a game And it's all a bit strange.
Once on a time we were sincere; Now, we're acting charades, Hiding behind cracked images From other people's stages; Now, we're into a game, And it's all a bit strange, But familiar, too... The rules never change; I know it, but do you?
I've seen it all before, And this play no longer moves me, But the closing of a door Is never easy.