Opening credits rolling slow on a rainy midnight street Reflections in a puddle where our quiet shadows meet I push my hands into my coat, avoiding every gaze A leading role of silence in a black-and-white maze The camera pans across the room where nobody comes in And that's the scene where my protected isolation's set to begin The script was written long ago: don't let anyone too near Just play the lonely character and keep away the fear A quiet frame, a locked-up door, a chill in every breath I starred inside a silent film where feelings met their death And then you smashed the set design, so loud and out of place Ignoring every warning sign written all over my face Why won't you let the director call a cut and end the night? Why do you drag me violently into your glaring light? A close-up on a coffee cup you left outside my door A slow pan to the stubborn boots standing on my floor You didn't need a spoken line to turn my world around Just quiet steps and steady warmth upon the freezing ground I tried to look away from you, to change the camera angle fast But every frame you captured was too brilliant to last The soundtrack swells, a sudden rush of strings inside my chest A dramatic plot twist putting all my cold defense to rest A single tear is dropping down, caught in the silver screen... Wait, this isn't fiction, this is happening, it's real and keen! Is this the turning point at last? Is this the final scene? You melted all the silver screen and burned away the frost And gave me back the screenplay of the warmth that I had lost! Even if the lights go down, even if I start to cry I want to face the final act with you right by my side! Fade to black... We're standing in the light. I'm finally crying... right here with you.
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