Imaginary Audience Songtext
von Tara Busch

I′m walking up to the front door
Unlocking the grass so green under my feet
Sneak a jump back in that sweet sad reflection
I'm sliding glass, it opened at last
And she never grew old


Freezing cold face January day
Got kicked off the bus
He let me run from my home
Up the mountain the snow just kept rising
Now it′s like a glass
Just in time for how the seasons peel away the years

An imaginary audience
Save me from the stage between
The scientist and loneliness
And I will never grow old


An imaginary audience
Save me from the stage of sun
The scientist and the audience
And I will never
Save me from the loneliness
And I said I will never wander
And say I'll never grow old