Ten to close and it's always December, The cat drags in what time forgot to remember I never forget this tattered number, You said Haven't you got anything a little stronger? Stare into the void of you where time stands still and I know There aint no modern man for you Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know. Applause long gone but here I'm hanging on every word On the dark stage where the script stops And the tragedy starts to show. Infatuation high Fires rise in pinpoint eyes Like something once beautiful, studied and objectified, Something old & spat out, you walk in. Oh where you been? And what were you? What was this promise that never came true? Bit parts in forgotten frames, monologues still memorized Incantations to turn back time I looked you up, I watched them all Same face same eyes as this reprise They might be giants, they might be gods, Or just a damage case on a 30 year drunk, So check the gate. There aint no modern man for you Mesmerized by hollow eyes, not healthy I know. The applause long gone but here I'm hanging on every word. On the tightrope where the script stops And the desperation starts to show.