Thursday – M. Shepard lyrics

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly
(The stage is set!)
The stage is set!, don't forget to breathe between the lines

If the whole world dies it's safe to take the stage
And these cliffs will stretch like landing strips
Hospitals are dead in the fields
We won't have to be afraid anymore
The crowd is growing silent with the gathering sort

If the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled down
Joining a procession of emptiness

If we say these words, it will be too late to take them back
So we hold our breath and fold our hands
Like paper planes (We're going to crash!)
We don't have to be alone ever again
There's a riot in the theatre
Someones standing in the aisles
(Killers and Murderers!)
Are everywhere and they're lining up
(Carving the air in a sigh!)
Standing alone (this time!)

When the curtain falls and you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We lie in the back of black cars with the windows rolled down
Just joining a procession of emptiness

The stage is set to rip the wings from a butterfly..

Pull the curtain back, kill all the house lights
Pin the dress with lotus flowers
The silk is spinning round and round with the ceiling fan
I'm disapearing into the spotlight
I'm on display, the butterfly and the scarecrow

With smiles like picket fences
We try to throw up and leave this outside
This voice is silent now
The boat has sunk, we are on our own
But we're not-going-to-win!