Mrs Potter's Lullaby
Interpretada por: Counting Crows
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 in 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
And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of
your head
And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in bed
Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
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
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
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this
bowl of stars
We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great
Pioneertown bars
We shout out these songs against the clang of electric
guitars
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
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