with my back facing the crowd i hear a strange crude sound
and as i turn to look around it's backstage.
you're feeling a strange cool chill as the paint on the wall starts to spill.
this all seems so surreal as i lie in your arms.
they're watching you now watch out for there eyes watch out for the rays
i've seen what they've got and i can't get away.
the eyes pan the room as you pace the eyes are panning my face i'm so afraid.
it's too cold. creepy crawly fingers of lust thrust against her thighs.
the overlying blanket of trust has descent to lies.
now i've got my eyes permanently locked on backstage.