stage setncurtainnsong queuednexpectationnspotlightnact onenapplause/bownrepeat stepsnncan't you see right now my hands are bleedingnblisters broken dripping from the ceilingnI don't want to be here nownI've fallen apart and I can't pick up the piecesnI cry in the dark and cup my ears to seashellsnto hear the solitude it bringsnnso many faces - so many voices - so many reasonsnto give this up and this goes on and onnncan't you hear right now my ears are ringing?nmy head held in my hands to stop the spinningnit stops only to start againnmy home has long since been replacednwith a world behind this window panennhave I finally gone too far to come home?nthis world might wait for me tonight, but she won'tnnow only time will tell if these wax-wings will meltnonly moments to sparennwe fall asleep with the color of the sunrisenwe count the years on circles under our eyesnwe dream in shades of blue and graynwe speak in tongues of metaphors and storiesnwe bleed the ink of subtle allegorynwe are the needle in the hay