In my half sleep I hear a crescendo of strings,
My waving hands lift the romantic sounds that blanket the crowd
Full of friendly faces.


Every head turned in the rows,
Ill timed horn cracks wake me

To my cohorts' sick side-show
The night my friends became strangers
The night my friends became strangers again, strangers again.


Eyes darted side to side searching for a reaction,
People spewed out the aisles choking any word of mouth

I can't rest in this empty theatre.

Every head turned in the rows,

Ill timed horn cracks wake me
To my cohorts' sick side-show
The night my friends became strangers

The night my friends became strangers again, strangers again.

Every head turned in the rows,

lll timed horn cracks wake me
To my cohorts' sick side-show
The night my friends became strangers

The night my friends became strangers again, strangers again.