Pigment pale and figure fray
I feel your hand tremble in my hand
As you rest your head on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for the playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
Who's to tell of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul, burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better, but all you feel is nothing now
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow, take a bow
I feel your hand tremble in my hand
As you rest your head on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for the playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
Who's to tell of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul, burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better, but all you feel is nothing now
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes
When you take a bow, take a bow