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