Your things do not belong herenThey now look out of placenJust like a crooked paintingnYour face would not stay straightnnWe’ve got to get out while we cannOur peace we will forever holdnOne more night without a blanketnSomeone’s bound to catch a coldnnJust like the devil’s disguisenSo are the days of our liesnnBut before you leave I havenA confession to makenIt was only to impress your parentsnAll those nights I washed the platesnScratched on an actors textbookn‘There are some things you just can’t fake’nnNow I’ve got dishpan handsnnNow the show is finally overnThere’s something I must stressnThere will be no more revivalsnMy love I repossessnnWe missed our curtain callnThere’s nothing left to say at all