They don’t look at all like pictures I’ve carried in my head
A species of which I’m not a member, I greet them as if they’re home
I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show
I’m waiting for the show
Laugh one minute, next one feels like make believe
It gives me vertigo, it gives me vertigo
I’m a bleeding heart, my blood runs all over your hands
You are lying through your teeth, and now I’ve thrown off your disguise
I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show
I’m waiting for the show
Laugh one minute, next one feels like make believe
It gives me vertigo, it gives me vertigo
I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show
I’ve got a feeling this is only an interlude
I’ve got to let it go