Lyric

Clap, clap, softly

In the empty hall

Clap, clap, softly

For the wreckage

I wore the blame like lace

Smiled through the cut

You loved the afterglow

Not the blood

You saw the toppled glass

The night it shone

Then turned your head to praise

What was already gone

I was still in the fire

You were finding your seats

I was counting the cracks

You were calling it art

Now the room knows my name

Like a stain on the cloth

But the door was shut

When I asked for a light

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

Everyone clapped too late

After the break

I was the bruise on display

You missed the pain

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

You loved the polished edge

The perfect fall

The silence after me

You praised it all

Now every ribbon hangs

Around the wound

And every kindly face

Arrived too soon

I was still in the fire

You were finding your seats

I was counting the cracks

You were calling it art

Now the room knows my name

Like a stain on the cloth

But the door was shut

When I asked for a light

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

Everyone clapped too late

After the break

I was the bruise on display

You missed the pain

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

Don’t dress it up in gold

Don’t save my ghost

I had a life to keep

Before the show

Let the applause fall flat

Let it decay

The love you offered me

Came wrapped in ash

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

Everyone clapped too late

After the break

I was the bruise on display

You missed the pain

Everyone clapped too late

Too late

Clap, clap, softly

In the empty hall

Clap, clap, softly

Too late