Lyrics: Klara Haugen
Music: Klara Haugen
They called my name from the far back row
Coffee stains on my borrowed coat
Line in my hand that they cut last week
Still mouthed the words from the dark red seats
This is the extra’s encore
Singing from the wings of the scene you ignore
I’ve been a blur in the corner before
But I’m stepping through the tape on the floor
This is the extra’s encore
Yeah
The extra’s encore
Clapped on cue
Took the quiet fall
Face half-cropped in a stranger’s call
Watched your credits roll past my face
Felt my name float off into space
This is the extra’s encore
Singing from the wings of the scene you ignore
I’ve been a blur in the corner before
But I’m stepping through the tape on the floor
This is the extra’s encore
Yeah
The extra’s encore