Текст песни II

Pigment pale and figure frail I feel your hands tremble in mine As you rest your head on the motel bed Asking what's left behind When you take a bow And the curtains close They will applaud you for playing the role Of a wretched child With a bleeding nose An empty stomach and beautiful clothes Who's to tell of the quiet hell Cast in your soul Burning you down A patient too sick to wait You sought to medicate You meant to feel better But all you feel is nothing now