You’ve been burning your bridge
Peering over your ledge
Letting [bad word] in with applause
And the sorrows you keep
Are the [bad word] deep
But tonight I will be your guide

Oh the judgment you hold
In the pages you fold
Are held tightly and clenched in a fist
You’re your own verdict led
And it’s off with your head

But tonight I will be your guide
Oh sad eyes
Oh sad eyes