Musical

I'm writing a musical.

What's going on here, I don't understand

Something is crazy, and it's out of hand.

These boxes are burning, the paper is flying, and Darla is screaming

And I just can't say I am a fan

But I do, know, that this is something screwed, up.

And I wish that it would, stop for a second

So just back up, cut the brakes and watch a speed up,

I think we're waiting for abnormality, some sense of urgency

Oh the calamity, I feel your heart beating

Don't you understand that I'm going there

Fighting for all the fear, I can tell that we are near

We're up on that stage, fighting for days and days

Letting those demons scream.

What I really mean, is that this, is something marvelous

Like bliss, but not ignorance, a hit and a miss, or a, near miss from a plane

Trains, blaming games on the fame of the lions that we tamed

Because I keep rambling, I know what I should see

But it's something truly mad

Or is it?

Maybe it's a lost piece of art, or another broke down old start

I'll never know

Or will I?

Don't you understand that I'm going there

Fighting for all the fear, how much can you take?

I'm up on this stage, laughing through page to page

Letting my demons ring

The bells.

The bells.

The bells.

The bells.

They ring the bells.

They ring the bells.

Bells.

Bells.

Bells.

Bells.

Bells.