phantom

Ryan Beatty

Spotlight simmers on the floor
And falls on the ingénue, in powder blue
And I watch her from the wings
She parodies the spring, and wilts away
I m dulled, I m dancin in the cold
Like cattails in the wind, I bend, but I don t fold
I m feeling old, and phantom-limbed, and gray

But it s love, held with dirty hands
The lion and the lamb
Everything s a sacrifice
Whether you re smiling like a winner
Or cryin like a clown, mm

So, I m leaving you with this
Something you can miss
A tear before the final bow
Is it everything you wanted
With roses on the ground? (Oh)

Cause it s love, held with lonely hands
Kicked out of the band
Everything s a sacrifice
Whether you re cryin like a winner
Or clapping in the stands