Mistress of 1,000 faces, those looks they can’t replace
The love we hide internal braces, support this heavy makeup case
You say your line, I step off queue, curtains we say adieu
Nowhere to one run but from the stage light, into the dark of night
But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney
Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight
Silent as the days erase, phantom of the memories
You fold into curtains what you hide, masked in plain view like Mr. Hyde
As we struggle to see eye to eye, the shades those pupils lie behind
You see me but can I see you, or just what you want me to
But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney
Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight
Is it the face for which you hide, or just the motives
Is it the devil in the details inside, or just the alibi
Somewhere in the actions of the actor there is truth
I’m just waiting for this nesting doll to find its end, and the face to never change again
But there’s just something about her, Lon Chaney
Just when I’ve found her, she changes with the moonlight
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