Curtain Calls

The camera used to love these eyes Before the talkies came to

steal the prize

And now you sit and hold the key To write the glorious

return of me

You think you'll leave this dusty room?

But you are cast to share my bloom (hahahaha)

We'll make our

grand return in gold!

The greatest tale that's ever told!

No one escapes the silver screen

When I am crowned your tragic queen!

Your typewriter

will sing my name (write it down) Each keystroke fuels the roaring

flame

You're bound to me,

my tragic guest Until we end this silver quest No backlot gates

can hold us back The spotlight waits along the track Just draft

the words, I'll play the part

I'll pierce the nation's fading heart!

We're ready for our close-up now (shhh)