Vārdi: Rosematter. The Fiscal Year. Tom Collins's Eggnog Holiday Extravaganza.

So here we go again, we try to explain our hearts.
But we end up right back where we began,
where we began, and we argue like little children.

I am a new audience for you to perform your half-hearted attempt
At loving someone. I can see through your well-rehearsed lines,
That you want me to believe that this is your opening night.

You are afraid to work without a script. Lets write this play together:
We can pen every word as we speak it, savor every breath as we breathe it.
Living every day, (tomorrow is another day), one gaze can last a lifetime.

So you make your face a mask, a mask that hides your face,
A face that hides the pain, a pain that eats your heart, a heart that nobody knows.
But I can see your heart; It shows up on your breath
When you whisper something honest.

You are afraid to work without a script. Lets write this play together:
We can pen every word as we speak it, savor every breath as we breathe it.
Living every day, (tomorrow is another day), one gaze can last a lifetime.

So you make your face a mask, a mask that hides your face,
A face that hides the pain, a pain that eats your heart, a heart that nobody knows.