the show is over - close the storybook

there will be no encore

and all the random hands that i have shook

well, they're reaching for the door

i watch the backs as they leave single-file

you stood stubborn, cheering all the while



i know i can be colorful

i know i can be grey

i know this loser's living fortunate

cause i know you will love me either way



most were being good for goodness sake

but you wouldn't pantomine

you are more beautiful when you awake

than most are in a lifetime

through the haze that is my memory

you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy



i know i can be colorful

i know i can be grey

i know this loser's living fortunate

cause i know you will love me either way



move the hand as far as you can see

we live in drama but we die in a comedy



i know i can be colorful (when you live in black and white)

i know i can be grey (my colors fade away)

i know this loser's living fortunate

cause i know you will love me either way