Were you there with me in my majesty
At the barricades, on the record sleeve
I was blessed proof, you were born to believe
I was living art, you were on your knees
Chorus
Don’t pick me out in the crowd
Don’t call my name out loud
Don’t throw your light on me, you’ll see
It’s not my finest hour
And if I made you laugh, hold on to that
If I was gentle then, if I was elegant
Keep the photographs, keep the magazine scraps
Piece me back together again
Chorus
But in the right shade
With the dusk behind me
I’m all ablaze
I’m all I might be
On the rolling stage
When the daylight finds me I fade
I’ll climb the Anglican tower
Call over rooftop and spire
I’m not the one you admire
It’s not my finest hour
A beautiful youth is dancing in the dark
A beautiful youth is dancing in the dark
My beautiful youth is dancing in the dark with me
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