New American Saint - Tokyo Rose

The curtain’s up

The crowd is waiting to see you come to life

So take a breath — your heart is pounding

And step into the light

Because this is it — it’s what you’ve wanted

You’re on a stage for all to see

Just not the way you ever imagined

Got to give them what they need

All eyes are on you

Show them you deserve it

Because now that they all love yo

And now that they all know your name

You’re a new kind of American saint

But all the smoke and mirrors with which you hide your fears

Aren’t nearly enough to take away the pain

Of being there out on your own

So baby, come on back home

It’s on at seven

And in the papers

The covers of the magazines

They cut you open and pulled the skin back

Just so they could watch you bleed

They made incisions for television

Implanted cameras between your ribs

Thought the could capture and manufacture your best

And your worst still impress me

With that being said

When you come back down

I’ll be here waiting