Heaven seems flooded with a cool warm wave, but it's cold
And sometimes your words seem far more deeper than it shows
But there's something in the way that everyone is praying for their soul
When it's time to reminisce so much more will be for those who know

A show, nothing but a play
We'll all choose our roles
They will choose our names
Some of them have gone too far
Never question their ways
When the curtains close
Nothing real stays?
Nothing has a reason then...
I need to find myself a way

How many times is a lot to define,
A cry in your head? A word someone said?
How much does it take, to finally feel awake?
A coin on the street, a crown on your head?
How much do you feel?
How fast do you heal?

A show, nothing but a play
We'll all choose our roles
They will choose our names
Some of them have gone too far
Never question their ways
When the curtains close
Nothing real stays
Nothing has a reason then
I need to find myself a way

Your act is something I have never seen
How do you look so honest?
You're playing something that has never been
But that's a part of another

Show, nothing but a play
We'll all choose our roles
They will choose our names
Nothing has a reason then