There's a screen emergency
There's a dead end terrace
There's so many futures
Because time is small
Cry me a river
Laugh me a lake
Eating TV for dinner
Til my belly aches
Sleep supposing
Folk explosion
They clapped like it was a fake ending
Like we were pretending it was done
They clapped like it was a fake ending
Like we were pretending it was done
Lying to strangers
For the jewel of denial
I think I remember
Taking a turn
When the orchestra struggles
The conductor can blame
The causeway production
In Ponchartrian
Dream in golden
Calm commotion
They clapped like it was a fake ending
Like we were pretending it was done
They clapped like it was a fake ending
Like we were pretending we were done
We were done
We were done
We were done