Woorden:
Falcongate Disappear Here

Son, could you take all the weight off my shoulders now I'm in pain, I can hear your voice but not make out the words, I confuse the pictures of the

backporch, on the floor, in the sick, not in your arms" As you turn the world turns with you, the curtains lift, the lights are on you and the audience applauds .....and I have disappeared