That French Show with the Good Lighting
Melancholy sinks its teeth into my neck with cunning As I recall our history through a sepia haze... And leave the ending a mystery. Oh, but we were stunning The light always knew exactly where to hit our faces. Casting us in silhouette Unable to take true form just yet. But the promise of it was tantalising, so close I could taste it Like a promise kept in suspense. So I lived in perpetual sunset Never seeing the full light of day. Even as the curtains closed and lights dimmed The applause began to slow We muttered about losing our window But we were just a no hit wonder With nothing to show.