Let Fall the Curtain - Agent Fresco

Seats are rusty wails

There is no light

There is no north

There is no guide

He’s no more

Never did his tongue pave roads for us

To mend his broken heart

When golden tears crescendo

Let fall, fall, fall, fall

The curtain calls your name

They waited then

They’ll wait for now

Your time on stage enslaved forever

Let fall

Let fall