The Matinée Postscript

[Intro]
[Verse]
The velvet is blue
The matinee is through
In the balcony high
The golden dust motes fly
Gilt chandeliers dim
I linger for him
[Pre-Chorus]
A ticket stub folds in my hand
The footlights are fading to grey
I try hard to understand
The words that he wanted to say
[Chorus]
He slipped me the page
From the edge of the stage
A paper so sweet
In my quiet retreat
My heart starts to spin
Let the music begin
[Post-Chorus]
Ah, the soft refrain
Falling like the rain
Washing all my pain
Love will remain
[Verse]
The heavy stage door
Shuts with a sigh
Across the oak floor
Shadows pass by
His playbill is creased
The drama has ceased
[Pre-Chorus]
A ticket stub folds in my hand
The footlights are fading to grey
I try hard to understand
The words that he wanted to say
[Chorus]
He slipped me the page
From the edge of the stage
A paper so sweet
In my quiet retreat
My heart starts to spin
Let the music begin
[Bridge]
The harpsichord plays
Through the winter haze
A shy actor's glance
Invites me to dance
No script on the shelf
Can speak for itself
[Rondo]
We spin in the dark
Leave the theater behind
We both leave a mark
In the quiet we find
The playbill is mine
A love so divine
Our stars align
[Outro]