Theater of Initials

Cold velvet seats, the theater is bare A silver clasp left

on a

chair (shhh)

Engraved with a letter that isn't mine

Frozen in the exit sign

Now the neighbor's porch light is burning bright

They smile at the story we tell tonight

(but they mean none of it)

And the light bends down

To a sacred sound (ahhhh)

Oh, we burn

in the holy electronic glow!

(burn it down) Holding secrets that they'll never know!

In the dark, we shine

They smile for the camera,

they smile for the stage

Turning the page on a beautiful rage (none of it)

(none of it is real)

Just a silver clasp

on a empty seat (shhh)