if the audience was listening when the curtains rise again if i knew what's going on, just a part of your plan if i had a bit of mind kick, if the spirit unfurled but i've only got a vision a strange kind of world in eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration and the stuff that dreams are made of the jester takes the violin and lets the poison flow insects whirr into the sky & atlas dropped the earth u know u wrote a 2. comedy with all the nightmares u could feature but i'm lying in my own world learning from my own world's creatures if the audience was listening just for one more time i could be more than a clown living more than a lie but while i reel in the spotlights the show must go on my souffleuse is dead and i can't remember the song in eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration and the stuff that dreams are made of...