Yes, today
A picture-perfect girl will grace the stage
As she always claimed clean display
No stains (or so they say)
Soft refrain
An echo of a perfect hollow girl
As she always claimed old cliché
The frame of simple grace (or so they say)

Eyes down
Don't wander off backstage
Just a fraud, a worn facade
Don't let them see it break

So get up (get down) and play to the crowd
Like I've always done before
Jumping at the shadows (the lights), it's never quite right
For the thoughts I can't ignore
Oh, so won't you get up (get down) and spin me around
Maybe then I'll find my way
Out into the sunlight (the night) and out of your sight
Till another brighter day

Yesterday
The picture-perfect girl adorned the stage
Feigning faces of practiced grace
In grand display (or so they say)
Lost embrace
The marker of a perfect plastic girl
Humble epitaphs 'round the stage
Laughing on in silent shame (or so they say)

Eyes down
Pay her no heed backstage
Just a fraud, a worn facade
There's nothing here to wake
Oh, hear her plea 'hind the practiced scene
But don't look, don't meet her eyes
If I cut deep, down to bone
Would dyad souls divide?

So get up (get down) and play to the crowd
Like we've always done before
Jump into the shadows (the lights), it's never quite right
For the you I can't ignore
Oh, why don't you get up (get down), don't run me around
Like the coward that you are
Baby, feel the ire, the spite and put up a fight
See if 'perfect' gets you far

Oh tired eyes, no more to hide
The space between both you and I
If I could be the person that you need (I would want it more than anything)
Pull me undone where two become one

Look at the screen and what do you see?
Is it who I'm meant to be? Or
Is it a fiction, a fright, a trick of the light?
Maybe we could just be me

So get up (get down) and play to the crowd
Like we've always done before
Stumble through the shadows (the lights) with me by my side
No companion I'd want more
Oh, so won't you get up (get down) and sing it out loud
Even if it's out of key
No, it won't be perfect (it's you) but nothing's more true
And that's good enough for me, ooh