voice of the theater
what you see
is what you forget
what you want
is what you havenŐt had yet
can I say a word
you might understand
will you carry me
can i hold you in my hand
did we have a moment
did you think there was a spark
I donŐt trust my eyes
did something happen in the dark?
I think that it was me
but I canŐt be certainÉ
the setting: a bedroom
somewhat like mine
our hero: much like me
but younger, more refined
he wants to play the lover
he knows the words to say
but his lines are stolen
from someone elseŐs play
was it just a moment
baby did you think there was a spark
I donŐt trust my eyes
did something happen in the dark?
I think that it was me
but I canŐt be certainÉ
pay no attention
to the man behind the curtain
thunder in the distance
the summer rain falls
the shutter bangs open
and the curtain calls
was it just a moment
baby did you think there was a spark
I donŐt trust my eyes
maybe something happened in the dark?
I think that it was me
but I canŐt be certainÉ
when the lights go out
and IŐm all alone in the house
but not by choice
I still can hear the voice
of the theater
IŐd rather be a foreigner
who doesnŐt know the words he hears
who shouted at the minister
the sinister examiner
who whispers all you need to hear
the coroner is happier
to hide among the sufferers
the widower is luckier
sheŐs a paying customer
who needs someone to talk to her
the minister sits next to her
and whispers all she needs to hear
juxtapose desire with fear
the prisoner of character
who only wants to disappear
but no one wants to hear the broken voice É
I think it was me
but I canŐt be certainÉ
pay no attention
to the man behind the curtain