Second Intermission

	作词 : DiFranco
	second intermission
	anticipation
	you know the third act
	small talk drops out of the play
	you're standing in the lobby
	tightening your tourniquet
	waiting for it
	and then the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there's all these questions milling around
	and there's no time to ask
	no bliss for little miss leading
	cuz she's learning about bleeding
	but what is love if not exquisite
	our only saving grace
	or is it?
	and somewhere inside your iris
	blooms the reflection of my surprise
	as you stroll past every last do not enter
	and touch me at my epicenter
	and the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there's all these questions milling around
	and there's no time to ask
	I'm always trying to get there
	I never really get there
	to that quiet place where
	I accept myself
	instead I'm deep inside some high school
	locker room no clothing
	popping the zits of my self loathing
	under fluorescent lights
	and the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there's all these questions milling around
	and you're too ashamed to ask
	second intermission
	anticipation
	you know the third act
	small talk drops out of the play
	and you're standing in the lobby
	tightening your tourniquet
	waiting for it
	waiting for it

	zuò cí : DiFranco
	second intermission
	anticipation
	you know the third act
	small talk drops out of the play
	you' re standing in the lobby
	tightening your tourniquet
	waiting for it
	and then the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there' s all these questions milling around
	and there' s no time to ask
	no bliss for little miss leading
	cuz she' s learning about bleeding
	but what is love if not exquisite
	our only saving grace
	or is it?
	and somewhere inside your iris
	blooms the reflection of my surprise
	as you stroll past every last do not enter
	and touch me at my epicenter
	and the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there' s all these questions milling around
	and there' s no time to ask
	I' m always trying to get there
	I never really get there
	to that quiet place where
	I accept myself
	instead I' m deep inside some high school
	locker room no clothing
	popping the zits of my self loathing
	under fluorescent lights
	and the bell sounds
	and the lights flash
	and there' s all these questions milling around
	and you' re too ashamed to ask
	second intermission
	anticipation
	you know the third act
	small talk drops out of the play
	and you' re standing in the lobby
	tightening your tourniquet
	waiting for it
	waiting for it