Don"t be late; the show starts in time,
Your seat"s here, just right next to mine.
Me and you, talking on the screen,
Now I know what I should have seen.

Puppeteers cut our threads right now,
You know where, but do you know how?
You and me, fighting on the stage,
Shall we kiss or fly into a rage?

Foggy morning, flowers on your grave,
Or on mine, I can"t make out your rave,
Tears are dry and nothing"s left to say,
But devoted never meant betrayed.