Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mrs. Potters Lullaby , by - Wesley Schultz. Release date: 29.10.2020
Song language: English
Mrs. Potters Lullaby |
| 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 sham |
| And though I’ll never forget your fac |
| 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-o-whirl will linger inside of your head |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Because 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 in the Palace |
| Like it’s the last of the great Pioneertown bars |
| 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 |
| Oh, 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? |
| Hey, Mrs. Potter, won’t you talk to me? |
| Hey, Mrs. Potter, won’t you talk to me? |