Torn Curtain reveals another play. 
Torn Curtain, such an expose.
I'm uncertain when beauty meets abuse. 
Torn Curtain loves all ridicule. 

Tears ... tears. Rolling back the years.
Years ... years. Flowing by like tears. 
Tears ... tears. Rolling back the years.
Years ... years. The years I've seen before.

Torn Curtain giving me the glance. 
Torn Curtain it's bringing on the trance. 
I'm not hurting: Holding to the thread. 
Torn Curtain lifts me on the tread.

Tears ... tears. Rolling back the years.
Years ... years. Holding back the tears.
Tears ... tears. Rolling by like years.
Years ... years. The tears I never shed.

Torn Curtain feels more like a rake. 
Torn Curtain. How much does it take? 
Burn it down.

Tears ... tears. Rolling back the years.
Years ... years. Holding back the tears.
Tears ... tears. Rolling back the years.
Years ... years. The years I've seen before.

Tears ... tears.
Years ... years.