M. Shepard (Album Version)

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