Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 9 · middle
Center Stage, Stage Fright
MIRROR — Being watched: Autagonistophilia ('spotlight on my sins') vs Glossophobia/Chorophobia ('everyone is staring and judging').
Lyrics
[Intro] Just the hum of the amp. The dust in the beam. [Verse 1] Step up to the taped-out cross on the floor I’ve been begging for this, pacing by the heavy door Tapping the grille of a battered SM58 Waiting for the hush, leaning into the ache It’s a beautiful heat when every eye in the room Rises up to meet you in the velvet blue You’re drinking me in, and I’m pouring the wine I want the front row to memorize my design [Chorus] Center stage, but I'm holding a wire Is it the glow of a star, or a house on fire? Give me the spotlight, give me the stare Strip away the curtain till there’s nothing to wear I’m thriving in the center of the big bright night But right behind the curtain is the sweet stage fright Catching my breath, losing my script Love it when the power in the building gets tripped [Verse 2] Now the glare is a little too sharp on the skin Like a magnifying glass tracking where I've been The silence is heavy, the applause is delayed Are you cheering the act, or the mess that I made? I’m frozen in the amber, a deer in the beam Suddenly the fantasy is splitting at the seam But I don't step back into the dark of the wings I tremble at the microphone, and then I start to sing [Chorus] Center stage, but I'm holding a wire Is it the glow of a star, or a house on fire? Give me the spotlight, give me the stare Strip away the curtain till there’s nothing to wear I’m thriving in the center of the big bright night But right behind the curtain is the sweet stage fright Catching my breath, losing my script Love it when the power in the building gets tripped [Bridge] Look at me. Don't look at me. Keep your eyes glued to the tragedy. I want the whole house hanging on my every word Until the moment I realize I’m actually being heard. [Chorus] Center stage, but I'm holding a wire Is it the glow of a star, or a house on fire? Give me the spotlight, give me the stare Strip away the curtain till there’s nothing to wear I’m thriving in the center of the big bright night But right behind the curtain is the sweet stage fright Catching my breath, losing my script Love it when the power in the building gets tripped [Outro] Take a bow. Watch the red velvet drop. The terror and the thrill, I never want it to stop. Dim the house lights.