Celluloid Tears

[Intro: Vintage vinyl crackle, soft jazz brushes on a snare, tragic orchestral strings] [Verse 1: Female Vocal] The flashbulbs are popping, blinding my eyes Another red carpet, another disguise I smile for the cameras, I hit all my marks But inside my chest, it’s terribly dark I’m playing the role of the glamorous queen But I’m just a ghost on the silver screen [Verse 2: Male Vocal] I’m the leading man with the hollowed-out heart We were destined for tragedy right from the start They wrote us a script filled with passion and fire But behind the scenes, we were a funeral pyre The director yells 'action', we lean in to kiss A masterpiece woven from sorrow and bliss [Pre-Chorus: Both] We are the darlings of the picture show Drowning in the fame that drags us below [Chorus: Both] Celluloid tears rolling down our cheeks A million-dollar smile that never really speaks We’re printed on film, we’re projected in light But we’re crying alone in the middle of the night The audience claps for our beautiful doom As we suffocate slowly in a velvet room [Instrumental Interlude: Dramatic, old-Hollywood string section with a slow, sweeping melody] [Verse 3: Female Vocal] The makeup is running, the mascara bleeds Fulfilling the fantasy everyone needs [Male Vocal] We cut the scene but the camera still rolls Capturing the death of two glamorous souls [Pre-Chorus: Both] We are the darlings of the picture show Drowning in the fame that drags us below [Chorus: Both] Celluloid tears rolling down our cheeks A million-dollar smile that never really speaks We’re printed on film, we’re projected in light But we’re crying alone in the middle of the night The audience claps for our beautiful doom As we suffocate slowly in a velvet room [Bridge: Both] [Female Vocal] Fade to black. [Male Vocal] Roll the credits now. [Both] We take our final, devastating bow. The theater is empty, the screen has gone dark. Leaving behind just a tragic watermark. [Outro: Both] Celluloid tears... [Female Vocal]: Caught on film. [Male Vocal]: A beautiful sin. [Both]: Let the ending begin. [Fading Outro: Orchestral strings slowly resolving, leaving only the sound of a vintage film projector clicking] [End]