Incubus Marillion

When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion
Forewarned, my audience leaves the stage
Floating ahead perfumed shift
Within the stammering silence
The face that launched a thousand frames
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career

You've played this scene before, you've played this scene before
I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, reaction

The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
In which you will always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no flower to place before this gravestone
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
But that would only be developing the negative view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
The public act, let you model your shame
On the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk, and the cat walks

I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
I the mote in your eye, I the mote in your eye
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction