Lords of the Backstage - Marillion

A love song with no validity

Pretend you never meant that much to me

Numb, a valium child, bored by meaningless collisions

A lonely stretch of headlight, diamonds trapped in black ice

A mirror cracked among the white lines

I just wanted you to be the first one

I just wanted you to be the first one

Ashes are burning, burning

Ashes are burning, burning

A lifestyle with no simplicities

But I’m not asking for your sympathy

Talk, we never could talk, distanced by all that was between us

A lord of the backstage, a creature of language

I’m so far out and I’m too far in

I just wanted you to be the first one

I just wanted you to be the first one

Bridges are burning, burning

Bridges are burning, burning

Now, now, now, now