| Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
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| She used to drink in the hills
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| Only now she drinks in the valleys
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| Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue
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| or so it seems
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| A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home
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| But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from
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| You begin to see the value of your freedom…
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| The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood
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| And deer look down from the hills
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| And it’s three o’clock in the morning
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| Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer voice
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| Crying out, mummy won’t come out of the bathroom
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| And you’d hoped he’d say he’s sorry if he hit you
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| but he’s buried in the screenplay of his feature
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| Screen kiss, one screen kiss
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| Straight from a film I forget who was in Screen kiss, one screen kiss
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| Blue filter lens, a pool of vaseline
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| But all the rushes look the same
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| Only there’s a movie I wouldn’t pay to see again
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| If it’s the one with him in You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors
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| Hold to me and we’ll climb
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| You could sneak out while he’s sleeping
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| Suicide in the hills above old Hollywood
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| Is never gonna change the world
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| Change the world overnight
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| Any more than the invention of the six-gun — child
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| Any more than the discovery of Radium,
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| Or California tipping in the ocean
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| Screen kiss, one screen kiss … |