Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame And though I'll never forget your face sometimes I can't remember my name
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why But, hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go, I said Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me Well all the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem Aw, but I'd sure like to find out So why don't you climb down off that movie screen Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another Well, I wonder what he did that for That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah. We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand up in the Palace, like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars Well, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Aw, you can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch and Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me [3X]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
