| Lyrics: | -
He's a man of the past and one of the present,
a man who hides behind a mask behind a
mask.
A clown, a fool,
believing it cool to be down
or that the game is all about who
laughs the last.
So he tells all his problems to his friends and relations,
exposes
his neuroses to their view.
Theye accept as fact
every masochistic mumble of his
act;
how could they know what was false and what was true?
Sometimes when he
wakes
he feels he's walked into a dream
but all it takes
to remind him things are
what they seem
is the belief
that the man behind the mask can really
dance.
Pirouetting smile
he sees himself cavorting.
Pierrot for awhile
before
aborting
to find relief
in the shelter of the dark, most telling mask.
After
all the pantomimes are ended
he peels all the make-up off his face
to reveal
beneath
the tears running all down his cheeks:
alone, he opens to the world...but it's
much too late.
He's been left, in the end, without a face |
