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(fish / marillion)When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passionForwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating aheadPerfumed shift within the stammering silence, the faceThat launched a thousand frames betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career, careerYou played this scene before, you played this scene beforeI the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eyeI the mote in your eyeA misplaced reaction, reactionThe darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic imagesIn which you will always be the star, always be the starUntouchable, unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness, in the darknessNursing an erection, a misplaced reaction, with no flower to place before this gravestoneAnd the walls become enticingly newspaper thinBut that would be developing the negative viewAnd you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colourThe public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalkLet the cats walk, and the cat walksI've played this scene beforeI've played this scene beforeI the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eyeI the mote in your eyeA misplaced reaction, satisfactionA irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhereYou can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairsThe custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryearWho as you crawled out of the alleys of obscuritySentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymityYou who I directed with lovers willYou who I let hypnotise the lensYou who I let bathe in the spotlights glareYou who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint maskJust like a greasepaint maskBut now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of filmreels pastI'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begunIt's just begun, it's just begunYour perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppetsAs you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadowsFlooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lipsRetrieve the soliloque, maintain the obituaryMy cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitudeWaiting for the prompt, waiting for the promptYou've played this scene before