I like to perform for the air, Maybe I was lacking critics, Could I get away with my practices in ancient Greece? I'm trying to impress my first love, You saw this coming, A reference to the parousia, As the spotlight follows my steps I refuse to exit stage left, Nothing happens when you're stuck in your passive ways, Sum up my talent in a phrase, Thank you to everyone who didn't show up, An empty crowd, A smile that's proud, I heard the silence through an echo.