The stage is still now. It’s just Grinpayne and Dea, standing together facing each other, in profile to the audience. Grinpayne cradles Dea’s hands in his between their chests.
Dea never quite looks him in the eyes, always looking slightly off centre as a reminder of her blindness, though she always smiles broadly as though she can see him. They kiss. It’s a tender, intimate moment, intensely private, as the music swells around them.
05. Labyrinth (The Grinning Man)Stories are her way of seeing But she's not the one who needs freeing She loves the tale of what happened to me But she wouldn't love me if her eyes could see
The search for the past hasn't healed me May even have helped to conceal me This woman sheds a truer light on my disgrace Because she sees the beauty in my broken face