[Storyteller.]

Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are looking for?

Another hero, another mindless crime,
behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line.
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on.
The show must go on, yeah.
Inside my heart is breaking,
my make-up may be flaking,
but my smile still stays on.

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache, another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning;
I must be warmer now,
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
but inside in the dark
I'm aching to be free.

My soul is painted like
the wings of butterflies.
Fairy tales of yesterday
will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends.

I'll face it with a grin,
I'm never giving in.
On with the show.

I'll top the bill,
I'll overkill,
I have to find the
will to carry on.