PASSION-PLAY

 

Your smile
Is like a child in a graveyard
And your eyes
Reflect the pain of your pride
You're searching for something
You're trying too hard
Won't you climb down
From that pedestal and be
Just ordinary

Don't be so cold
After all
That's a sign of getting old
When in the end who needs to be
Reminded of their misery
Or it's cause

Your thoughts
Conditioned by your TV screen
A re-write
From tabloid to magazine
You think breaking the system
Is phoning in sick on lazy days
And you comb your hair
So carefully to hide
The shiny skin beneath

You've got your life
What more do you want
You've got your life
What more do you want