She sits backstage, she cares
She watches him, she wears
Her hair, it likes to fall
Paper curling off the wall
In aging bedrooms
The months go by, she never sees the sun
He cooks a feast of time for everyone.
She sleeps into the winter
Her teeth are tasting bitter
Stained with wine
Made of glass and ether
Pull the rug out from beneath her
I am fine
The days go by, she acts despite her fears
He lets her go, she never disappears.