| B | G#m | |
| Living on a | lighted stage |
| F# | E | |
| Ap | proaches the un | real |
| F# | E | |
| For | those who think and | feel |
| B | G#m | |
| In | touch with some | reality |
| F# | B | A | E | B | A | E | |
| Be | yond the gilded | cage |
| B | G#m | |
| Cast in this un | likely role, |
| F# | E | |
| Ill-equipped to | act |
| F# | E | |
| With | insufficient | tact |
| B | G#m | |
| One must put up | barriers |
| F# | B | A | E | B | A | E | |
| To | keep oneself in | tact |
| Chorus: |
| G#m | E | |
| Living in the | limelight |
| F# | G#m | |
| The | universal | dream |
| E | F# | G#m | |
| For | those who wish to | seem |
| E | F# | |
| Those who wish to | be |
| G#m | E | |
| Must | put aside the | alienation |
| F# | G#m | |
| Get on with the | fascination |
| E | |
| The | real relation |
| F# | G#m | |
| The | underlying th | eme |
| B A E x2 |
| B | G#m | |
| Living in a | fisheye lens |
| F# | E | |
| Caught | in the camera | eye |
| F# | E | |
| I | have no heart to | lie |
| B | G#m | |
| I | can't pretend a | stranger |
| F# | B | A | E | B | A | E | |
| Is a | long-awaited | frien | d |
| B | G#m | |
| All the world's in | deed a stage |
| F# | E | |
| And | we are merely p | layers |
| F# | E | |
| Per | formers and port | rayers |
| B | G#m | |
| Each another's | audience |
| F# | B | A | E | B | A | E | |
| Out | side the gilded | cage |
| Chorus |
| Solo: G#m E F# G#m |
| Chorus |