What the stage feels like

Audience watching (yeah), eyes on the play,

Every reaction guiding the way.

Who we perform for, shaping the night,

Their energy makes the story ignite.

Tone in the laughter, tears in the sound,

Voices are rising, pulling us down.

Each little moment, truth in disguise,

You can see the world through the crowd’s eyes.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Comedy or tragedy collide.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Conflict burning bright inside.

Yeah, yeah — this is what the stage feels like!

Genre decides how the story is shown,

Farcical games or a fall of a throne.

Lighting and costumes, mood set in time,

Every detail locked into rhyme.

Silence is breaking, words start the fight,

Drama exploding under the light.

All of the tension, building so high,

Nothing left but truth tonight.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Comedy or tragedy collide.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Conflict burning bright inside.

Yeah, yeah — this is what the stage feels like!

Audience focus, hearts in motion,

Genre’s the frame, the core devotion.

Conflict rising, no surrender,

Every scene we play gets bolder, tender.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Laughter, pain, and dreams collide.

This is what the stage feels like (oh-oh),

Every truth we try to hide.

Yeah, yeah — this is what the stage feels like!