What are you, with bodies made of broken glass from faded mirrors of the past? In the end, less precious and more fragile than porcelain dolls. Finish the lyrics for me ^u^

If the concert carries on with or without the touch of your illusive hands,

Then what can you say you have done by the time the curtain falls?)

What are we, with bodies made of broken glass from faded mirrors of the past?

In the end, less precious and more fragile than porcelain dolls.

If the concert carries on with or without the touch of our illusive hands,

Then what can we say we have done by the time the curtain falls?

…So we will play, play, play it from the heart:

Any whose rhythm feels perfect for the part!

Make it beat, beat, beat out of your chest,

Use those beats to orchestrate the rest.

And we will play, play, play it by the ear:

Echoing cries that only we can hear!

Take the notes, then read between the lines,

Ghostwriting a record of the times.

We will join, join, join into a band:

As the tempo rises, take the final stand

And mix these gentle melodies

Into one grand medley as we please.

We will break, break, break into a song:

Just to show how we’ve been living all along.

With backs still turned the other way,

We can face the music some other day.

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