You come Awake And lie in a bed Of fevered state You rise Again And open a curtain To find only night Coming in The dream Comes back Your up on the stage now Slumped collapsed Everything is blurred The people come They come at you all at once The man at the front says all he wants is Jack Singer I`m so sorry For what I`ve done Against all forecasts I`ve been the one Who turned the world round And made it pass Through hell`s own corner God we made it at last I`m here Tonight Up on the stage now Doing my thing And that`s all The worst Thing ever Is to sing to the Gods And discover nothing coming back That`s all there is there