| If you've seen the markings of a great pretender | |
| Try to read his mind, a cryptic code | |
| If you've seen the darling eyes of a grand escaper | |
| Try to untie him, his hands are bound together | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| Grand rush | |
| Did he leave you in your sleep, he was rebel and drooping | |
| Why did they cry only attend with grow swooping | |
| Does he hunt you with his call, a siren in the storm | |
| A bait that you hate for the crawling creature you become | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| Grand rush | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| Grand rush | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN | |
| Grand rush |