Most days
I feel next to nothing
I know you court with this feeling
Marquee, shining bright with our names
Prepare us for opening night
Your heart and this soul of mine
Creators of the great design
Some nights
I look to the future
The same villas that you travel
The earth
Quaking beneath my feet
Strikes fear into your mortal life
Your mold in this print of mine
Created the great design
You've got to find peace in knowing
That it grows
And we're better revealing our bones
You've got to dig deep within you
For truth to show
Because it glitters in the night
Don't mean it's gold