With every little blink
I see the kitchen sink
I fall in love with the searchlight sometimes

I stand in the parade
The rain comes down in sheets
I caught you looking at the blue sky

We've all got secret tragedies
Well, it works both ways

Yeah, I missed the bus
I guess it's just my luck
You could have said you could come and get me

I'm tied to the tracks
With a bug on my back
I can't move a muscle

We've all got secret tragedies
Well, it works both ways...

-- The Curtain Society, "Searchlight" --