Lights go up, lights come down. Show is over so, what now?
No-one writes the words we're meant to say, so silent: that's how we stay
Turn a corner. Drop you home.
Don't know why we keep doing this to ourselves
When we feel, when we know, the horse is dead, we just don't like saying goodbye.
I never feel lonely when I'm on my own
The way I feel lonely when I'm standing next to you.
I never think to cry when I'm by myself
It's all I can think to do when I'm standing next to you.
Life goes on day by day. Lines of songs seem to change:
Speak much louder, make more sense as I see that I'm living without you.
There's no pain like a heart trying to keep from falling apart
(At least in public, so to the eye the show goes on and we don't have to say goodbye)
Chorus
I keep a picture of when we met
On the bedside table in my head
I made a promise that I would never hurt you
So now, how can I start to say goodbye?
Chorus
Repeat:
Lights go up, lights go down, the show is over
Loneliness is a song in my head, and this is what it sounds like.