
The noise, they make, keeps the silence spinning
We touch, then break, empty skin pretending
The saints and clowns—inside, they’re always grinning
Hope is cheap, and rage keeps trending

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show

They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel
They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel

The noise, they make, is sold by confession
We fake the need, but crave the obsession
The saints and clowns make bold-faced impressions
Love decays—what’s left is tension

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire

They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel
They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire
They’ll drain desire

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show


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