Lyrics:

The players bow, the curtains close, house lights are coming up slow
The story’s told like a lovers dream,
in motion slow and wild and drifting further out of reach
wake up wishing you could hurry back to sleep before the plot unfolds

To when we kiss at the end of the scene
How it feels you moving into me
So let the curtain climb, that’s not exactly how it goes but, it’s fine
I like it better in my mind

House lights are coming up slow
We’re not prepared to let it go

That’s not the way we played our parts before
the post production mess on the cutting room floor
Helpless little pieces are we against the cutting storm
We need some direction please

To when we kiss at the end of the scene
How it feels you moving into me
So let the curtain climb, that’s not exactly how it goes but it’s fine
I like it better in my mind

If you say you adore me, adore me
Say you’ll tear down the curtains for me
Play back the prize-winning score
Leave the impassioned masses wanting a little bit more

Like when we kiss at the end of the scene
How it feels you moving into me
So let the curtain climb, that’s not exactly how it goes but it’s fine
I like it better in my mind

House lights are coming up slow