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Sometimes I wish I could play the good guy in every scene
But then I wonder to myself what could that really mean?
If through every passing day
I held your hand and led the way
I fear what would become of you
Another of the common few
And why are people so confused?
And why can't people see they're wrong?
Why get wrapped up in a dream?
Living life like it's just a song...
There's no happy ever after in a world like this
There's no closing credits after a longing kiss
There's no riding off into the abyss
There's no fade away into pure bliss
And frantically spinning in the depths of our mind
Are the marriages of thousands in a often seen kind
The films of a dream that could never be seen
By the writers and filmers of romantic scenes
When the curtains draw and the cameras die
And the watcher closes their faithful eye
What sort of dream do we expect to believe
That the two will live and choose not to leave
The raining loves and the stage will lade
The raising hearts and the lights will fade
And so we expect the love to last?
Behind closed curtains the dreams are past
Love isn't death and love isn't hope
Love is just there to help you to cope
Love isn't the end you believe it to be
Love isn't the happiness guarantee
So stop relying on your broken dreams
Of waiting for someone to tie up your seams
Because life isn't better when you're pat on the back
It'll only pull tight your temporary slack
Love ain't a song and love ain't your end
Love's just a smile on the wings that won't bend.
But then I wonder to myself what could that really mean?
If through every passing day
I held your hand and led the way
I fear what would become of you
Another of the common few
And why are people so confused?
And why can't people see they're wrong?
Why get wrapped up in a dream?
Living life like it's just a song...
There's no happy ever after in a world like this
There's no closing credits after a longing kiss
There's no riding off into the abyss
There's no fade away into pure bliss
And frantically spinning in the depths of our mind
Are the marriages of thousands in a often seen kind
The films of a dream that could never be seen
By the writers and filmers of romantic scenes
When the curtains draw and the cameras die
And the watcher closes their faithful eye
What sort of dream do we expect to believe
That the two will live and choose not to leave
The raining loves and the stage will lade
The raising hearts and the lights will fade
And so we expect the love to last?
Behind closed curtains the dreams are past
Love isn't death and love isn't hope
Love is just there to help you to cope
Love isn't the end you believe it to be
Love isn't the happiness guarantee
So stop relying on your broken dreams
Of waiting for someone to tie up your seams
Because life isn't better when you're pat on the back
It'll only pull tight your temporary slack
Love ain't a song and love ain't your end
Love's just a smile on the wings that won't bend.
Heh, I'd forgoten you wrote that... or at least posted it on here, can't remember properly, just a hint of deja vu. :)
It didn't happen
(but then it never does)
because that would be
too hollywood
Silver screens where lies are spun
where battles rage, under spotlight suns
And cocaine junkies strut their stuff
And everything's fantastic because it's Hollywood:
The sphere of angels in the land of the free
And it's nothing but lies and empty dreams
Lights go low, cut to close up kiss
It's take 19 distilled pure bliss
Because that's the lie the director weaves
And that's the truth that we believed
that life is fair and problems flee
that wanting things enough will make them be
that a single thread of a threadbare dream
is enough to save you and set you free
But nothing's simple and nothing's fair
In life's plot, maidens elope with dragons
And knights are left to grin and bear
the bitter burden of broken hearts and dreams
Amidst the claps and cheers and smiles
And when the lights go up; they all go home
To nothing lives. Alone.
(but then it never does)
because that would be
too hollywood
Silver screens where lies are spun
where battles rage, under spotlight suns
And cocaine junkies strut their stuff
And everything's fantastic because it's Hollywood:
The sphere of angels in the land of the free
And it's nothing but lies and empty dreams
Lights go low, cut to close up kiss
It's take 19 distilled pure bliss
Because that's the lie the director weaves
And that's the truth that we believed
that life is fair and problems flee
that wanting things enough will make them be
that a single thread of a threadbare dream
is enough to save you and set you free
But nothing's simple and nothing's fair
In life's plot, maidens elope with dragons
And knights are left to grin and bear
the bitter burden of broken hearts and dreams
Amidst the claps and cheers and smiles
And when the lights go up; they all go home
To nothing lives. Alone.
Sometimes I wish I could play the good guy in every scene
But then I wonder to myself what could that really mean?
If through every passing day
I held your hand and led the way
I fear what would become of you
Another of the common few
And why are people so confused?
And why can't people see they're wrong?
Why get wrapped up in a dream?
Living life like it's just a song...
There's no happy ever after in a world like this
There's no closing credits after a longing kiss
There's no riding off into the abyss
There's no fade away into pure bliss
And frantically spinning in the depths of our mind
Are the marriages of thousands in a often seen kind
The films of a dream that could never be seen
By the writers and filmers of romantic scenes
When the curtains draw and the cameras die
And the watcher closes their faithful eye
What sort of dream do we expect to believe
That the two will live and choose not to leave
The raining loves and the stage will lade
The raising hearts and the lights will fade
And so we expect the love to last?
Behind closed curtains the dreams are past
Love isn't death and love isn't hope
Love is just there to help you to cope
Love isn't the end you believe it to be
Love isn't the happiness guarantee
So stop relying on your broken dreams
Of waiting for someone to tie up your seams
Because life isn't better when you're pat on the back
It'll only pull tight your temporary slack
Love ain't a song and love ain't your end
Love's just a smile on the wings that won't bend.
But then I wonder to myself what could that really mean?
If through every passing day
I held your hand and led the way
I fear what would become of you
Another of the common few
And why are people so confused?
And why can't people see they're wrong?
Why get wrapped up in a dream?
Living life like it's just a song...
There's no happy ever after in a world like this
There's no closing credits after a longing kiss
There's no riding off into the abyss
There's no fade away into pure bliss
And frantically spinning in the depths of our mind
Are the marriages of thousands in a often seen kind
The films of a dream that could never be seen
By the writers and filmers of romantic scenes
When the curtains draw and the cameras die
And the watcher closes their faithful eye
What sort of dream do we expect to believe
That the two will live and choose not to leave
The raining loves and the stage will lade
The raising hearts and the lights will fade
And so we expect the love to last?
Behind closed curtains the dreams are past
Love isn't death and love isn't hope
Love is just there to help you to cope
Love isn't the end you believe it to be
Love isn't the happiness guarantee
So stop relying on your broken dreams
Of waiting for someone to tie up your seams
Because life isn't better when you're pat on the back
It'll only pull tight your temporary slack
Love ain't a song and love ain't your end
Love's just a smile on the wings that won't bend.