M. Shepard(Album Version) - Thursday

M. Shepard (Album Version) - Thursday
Written by：Geoffrey Rickly/Robert Keeley III/Steven Pedulla/Thomas Rule/Timothy Charles Payne
The stage is set to rip the wings from a
Butterfly
The stage is set
The stage is set don't forget to breathe
Between the lines
If the whole world dies
It's safe to take the stage
These graves will stretch like landing on strips
Hospitals are dead museums
We won't have to be afraid anymore
The crowd is growing silent with the gathering storm
When the curtain falls
And you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We'll lie in the back of black cars
With the windows rolled up
Joining the procession of emptiness
If we say these words
It will be too late to take them back
So we hold our breathe and fold our hands like
Paper planes
We're going to crash
We don't have to be alone we don't have to
Be alone
Ever again there's a riot in the theater
Someone's standing the aisle
Yelling that the murderers are
Everywhere and they're lining up
Carving the m in your side
Standing low this time
When the curtain falls
And you're caught on the other side
Just trying to keep up the act
We'll lie in the back of black cars
With the windows rolled up
Just joining the procession of emptiness
The stage is set to rip the wings from the
Butterfly
Pull the curtain back
Kill all the house lights
Pin the dress with lotus flowers
The silk is spinning around and around
With the ceiling fan
I'm disappearing into the spotlight
I'm on display
The butterfly and the scare crow
With smiles like picket fences
You tie us all up and leave us outside
That voice is silent now
The boat has sunk we're on our own
But we're not going to run