this slab of stone stares at me so seriously and yet i m laughing the grass was soft so i sat and painted what i d been lookin at now starring in the tragedy playing twice a day since its opening with movements we make fascinating to hide our hearts incinerating the final days whose book of lust who found sin when they were looking for fun the visions of your violet eyes so haunting yet i m not afraid though i feel so weak i must remain on the stage of my tragic vaudeville love come quickly don t fade away on the stage of my tragic vaudeville madness is the cure as we fade to grey this slab of stone stares at me so seriously and yet i m laughing a face whose name i can t replace whose steps i can t retrace now starring in the tragedy playing every night since its opening and on stage the violins creak my obsessive roots drink deep on the stage of my tragic vaudeville love come quickly don t fade away on the stage of my tragic vaudeville madness is the cure as we fade to grey on the stage of my tragic vaudeville love come quickly don t fade away on the stage of my tragic vaudeville madness is the cure as we fade to grey1