The Theatre and Its Double

Baby I know there's people out there starving

Baby don't go, you got the wrong idea

Baby don't say there's people out there laughing

Baby that way it's gonna take me years

You're blowing hot and cold

I want you heart and soul

A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole

Some day I think that nothing outside matters

Some day you blink, and you miss a thousand years

Some day I pray, fawning dumbly to my betters

Some day you stay till the audience appears

You're blowing hot and cold

I want you heart and soul

A critique of pure reason won't give me what you stole