Luyện nghe bài hát Incubus

When footlights dim in reverence, to passion
my audience leaves the stage
Floating ahead, perfumed shift, within the silence
The face that launched a thousand
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained

You played this before
You played this scene
I the mote in eye, eye, eye, eye
I the mote in eye
A reaction, reaction

The darkroom imagination
In pornographic images, in which you always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a
Nursing an erection, a reaction
With no flower to place, before this

And the walls enticingly newspaper thin
But that only be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk,
Let the walk, and the cat walks

I've played scene before
I've played this before
I the in your eye, eye, eye, eye
I the in your eye
A misplaced reaction,

You brush me under the carpet
You can't hide me the stairs
The custodian of your private
You're leading actor of
Who as you crawled out of the of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of

You, who I with the lovers will
You, who I let hypnotize the
You, who I let bathe in the spotlights
You, who me from your memory
Like a mask
Just like a greasepaint mask, a

But now, I'm the in the grass
The ghost of film reels
I'm the of your nightmare
And the has just begun
It's just begun, begun, just begun

Your perimeter of courtiers like celluloid puppets
As you stutter paralyzed with eyes
the shadows, flooding the wings
To pluck elusive from the understudy's lips
the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
My cue line in the act
And you in silent solitude, waiting for the prompt

for the prompt
Waiting for the
for the prompt
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
You've played this before