It's opening night, everything's going fine

Finally finding a timeless time

It's an open line



And angle your way through the actors and sets

Entrance, exits, dressing rooms

Cigarettes



Black blight/light 

White spot

Can do

Cannot



You surface again for your one big scene

It's a real pot-boiler with a civilized sheen

Paris plea/Spring 



But you mutter, you murmur, you merely mumble

You're quick and you crack, you quiver

And you crumble



Cold cream

Hot bed

Wiped out

Ended/And dead