the show is over - close the storybook
there will be no encore
and all the random hands that i have shook
well, they're reaching for the door
i watch the backs as they leave single-file
you stood stubborn, cheering all the while
i know i can be colorful
i know i can be grey
i know this loser's living fortunate
cause i know you will love me either way
most were being good for goodness sake
but you wouldn't pantomine
you are more beautiful when you awake
than most are in a lifetime
through the haze that is my memory
you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy
i know i can be colorful
i know i can be grey
i know this loser's living fortunate
cause i know you will love me either way
move the hand as far as you can see
we live in drama but we die in a comedy
i know i can be colorful (when you live in black and white)
i know i can be grey (my colors fade away)
i know this loser's living fortunate
cause i know you will love me either way
