Lyrics

Crumpled up bits of paper always bring it back to you,
And I know you misbehave behind that mask I make you use,
Fumbling through the pages looking for a clue,
It´s always pain that puts pen to the paper
It´s always pain that puts pen to the paper

Actors on an empty stage,
Looking for rhymes and action lines to help them pay their way,
Shakespeare on an empty page,
trying to find the tragedy in ever play.

Thinking about those endless nights that I whiled away with you,
Moving like a ghost inside this game I put us through,
The diary of a madman, in red black and blue.
It´s always pain that puts pen to the paper
It´s always pain that puts pen to the paper

Actors on an empty stage,
Looking for rhymes and action lines to help them pay their way,
Shakespeare on an empty page,
trying to find the tragedy in ever play.

The pen is stronger than any sword that ever stabbed me in the back or defended any word or kept me from attack,
But you & I know better now, this lifes too short to be looking back.

Actors on an empty stage,
Looking for rhymes and action lines to help them pay their way,
Shakespeare on an empty page,
trying to find the tragedy in ever play.