Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out

Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light

Was the sound of the slap in my face all right

Were there really violins, trembling still

Was the moon in the back hooked to a nail in the windowcell

And who's that guy in my suit with the make-up on

Kind of small, extra-smooth and I really don't take it as a compliment

I never looked that way, I never looked that way



Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out

Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light

Was the sound of the slap in my face all right

And were did I stand, on the brink of success

Was there a method to my madness, did I make a great mess

Was there right in to think it was love

And were there really violins, trembling still

Was the sky overhead, tied to the bed with a string