Paroles de An Exit

The actor bows to a crowd So completely in another age Stumbles toward a pale room Turn another page The pulsing of the gauge The eyes turning to her frame And all that he saved From the roles he played He looks to the door And finds it no longer a race He is looking through the door And finds it no longer a race The light is partially glazed Silence of the screen The line they cannot read And it's contrary to belief The browning of the page From all the yesterdays He looks to the door And finds it no longer a race He is looking through the door And finds it no longer a race Eyes to a frame Are all he saved Eyes to a frame Are all he saved He looks to the door And finds it no longer a race He is looking through the door And finds it no longer a race