The Audience

To float to unsung destinies To pull the wool out milky eyes and sell the secrets hurting us to buy ourselves naive surprise It's this you freely bloom today It's this and all your smiles which dress up even the simple things in fashion of infinite style We are your captive audience We are your tongues delight to varnish a lunar eclipsing word and hang on the ears of the night You mirror our thoughts gone unthought You precious yourself to the wind so we will sit back with eyes burning clear bated breath and a smile so you can begin