It's opening night, everything's going fine Finally finding a timeless time It's an open line And angle your way through the actors and sets Entrance, exits, dressing rooms Cigarettes Black blight/light White spot Can do Cannot You surface again for your one big scene It's a real pot-boiler with a civilized sheen Paris plea/Spring But you mutter, you murmur, you merely mumble You're quick and you crack, you quiver And you crumble Cold cream Hot bed Wiped out Ended/And dead