Golden daylight and a halo of darkness,
Cheers of joy and shaking hands.
Phoney smiles from a demoness,
Throat dry with quaking fear.
A blind eye turned from friends,
How can such luck exist?

Wings down, no lights behind the stage,
Golden chandeliers and a coal heart.
Buzzing noise and faded flashes,
Legs give way to cold air.
A blind eye turned from the company,
How can such luck exist?

Soaring heart and firm hold,
Whispering serenades and painful strangles.
Golden shadows and paper walls,
Fiery smoke and choking breath.
A blind eye turned from love,
How can such luck exist?

A glass of lies where reflections live,
Dive deep into the eyes in front.
Find enlightenment in nostalgic days,
Golden truth and blunt realisation.
Your eye turns from fake regales of fortune,
Luck exists with those of blind eyes.