Show: the world as a spectacle, to which we feel like outsiders, searching in vain for something to hold on to; a world that saddens, that disappoints, whose codes we do not master. The song seems to end with a resolution, gloomy no doubt, to continue living in this strange theatre, in spite of everything.

“We have no heart to play in a world where everyone cheats”, wrote French author Roger Nimier. This phrase came back to my memory as I wanted to give new words to Show. “And now I see it's all but a game” becomes in French « Moi je tire un trait, ma révérence »/“I draw a line, I bow out”, words that mark the decision to turn away, to no longer participate, to no longer play. Tout se vaut (it’s all equal to me) resonates, just as much as in English, with the dismay of the one who feels left out, different, unsuitable, who doesn’t see themselves taking the step towards others, acting like them, living like them. At one point, I wondered if, with my words, I had given an even darker turn to the song; and then, I smiled at the idea, because the haunting sadness of the melody is something that cannot be surpassed.