I’ll never dream of the notes that tied us together, never again will I dream of the symphony that our love created.
Our dance has lost the rythm and beat, we are just now falling. My Angel of Music, where have you gone? I stand alone on this empty stage.
The script is burnt and the scores don’t even matter.
Your cue was missed, you are lost in the wings.
The theatre is burning now, and I’ll stand here until the show is done.