Lyric

Favorite numbers still arrive on cue

New mischief hides inside familiar timing

Some ideas waited years for this one night

Others kept changing every time they returned

Every color gathers into black

Black meets the light and opens into white

A slight silhouette can own the grandest entrance

A towering figure can make one gesture matter most

Nights sometimes began with nothing going right

By dawn the makeup had only just come off

Trouble never kept the final billing

It got rewritten, dressed, and sent back out

Every color gathers into black

Black meets the light and opens into white

A slight silhouette can own the grandest entrance

A towering figure can make one gesture matter most

Twenty years live in the faces that returned

In every hand that kept the work in motion

Gratitude does not close the show

It sends the next idea out without permission

Every color gathers into black

Black meets the light and opens into white

No scale decides the form either one takes

Queens never die and choose what happens next