Your heart is dark as film noir
Like a cabaret you're better from afar
Don't keep us waiting for you
This is your big debut
If you forget your lines
They'll feed you to the lions
Great expectations
All eyes are on you
There is nothing
That you wouldn't do
But soon they'll want someone new

Be sure that you're right on time
For your big interview
In suits and tongue ties
They're counting on you
Cameras flash and you go blind
But you'll think you've seen the light
Just cable satellites

And I like to be alone
In a crowded room
Unplug the telephone
They're calling for you
And watch the walls begin to waltz
What if we pulled back the crimson curtains
Would you be nothing more than a mink without its skin