Looking upon another act onstage
Lights drawing my eyes
I can see myself inside this play

I feel this stage like an empty place
All the sounds of my heart
I can hear it so loud, and so alone now

Scene one, I am waking after a dream
Back to my common life
Wish it was like that sight

Trying to get back to my latest theme
But this paint won’t come up
‘Cause her voice fills my thoughts

I can’t see
Who’s that queen
‘Cause my dream
Blotted out

Hold me
With your sweet,
Warming hands
Come in,
Play the lead
On my stage
You’d be the cure for the wounds of my life
You feed the hope that lives inside
My bleeding heart

Clouded sight...
I try but I can’t draw her outline...

Scene two, just had the same dream
Each time it seems to me
That this voice sounds more honeyed,
Closer and closer to me

Scene three, I’m going out
A theater ticket found
Lying around the street
Takes me by chance to a first row seat

Play’s on, first words heard
Making the truth be unfurled
The voice that’s in my dream
Comes from her, playing the lead

Last scene, I meet her after act onstage
Just one thing I will say
“Be the lead in my play”

Now I see
You’re my queen
Dear Jeanne
Have no doubt

Hold me
With your sweet,
Warming hands
Come in,
Play the lead
On my stage
You’d be the cure for the wounds of my life
You feed the hope that lives inside
My bleeding heart