Lyrics

My face, what's happening to my face? Tell me, did the wind change? Will I ever look the same again? (Frame) I'm late and running for the last train approaching Hoping that I'm insane Are we now going out live, James? OK, is everybody OK? Everyone is doing great One scene and we'll break for tea and cake (Make up please.) New theme, now I really liked that last thing But could we maybe try a little more me? If you know what I mean please, Stephanie? I got a vision. Stephanie, I got a vision (Scene) You dressed in white, with your eyes so sheer I got a vision, I got a real vision Twilight outside, desk lit like a still life in arrears I got a vision, I got a real vision And we share one glass of wine, still full Despite all we've put away And it's so well paced All the right things in all the right places And you take off all my clothes Like you've been doing this take all day I got a vision, I got a real vision Fade on a pan left to the white dress To a grey-red head on full breast Am I too Herman Hesse here? Too John Wayne-esque now? No middle-brow, tasteless cowardice allowed now You dressed in white with your eyes so sheer I got a vision, I got a real vision Twilight outside, and it's all so near I got a vision, I got a real vision Face-filled train, the final shot So well-paced, all the right things in all the right places Payment plan for the Pentecost Long lost name, in the making of…