Rewind

 
When the curtain closes
And the applause fades
When you pack up your make-up
Then go home with your suitcase

You start tearing up
Because it's done
You won't return to the stage
For who knows how long

You have memories
Maybe even a recording
You can see your smile
But it's not the same thing

It's the high of love
Of actually feeling alive
Of not thinking for once
Finally no need to survive

Just fully giving in
And letting your voice sore
So powerful and free
You want nothing more

I want nothing more
I just replay it in my mind
Waiting for the next one
For the next perfect night