spot of light hits you
makes a shape on your face
looks like a tug boat
that’s pulling an airplane
across your nose

wake up, you sleepy head
you sleepy head
wake up, you sleepy head
you sleepy head

morning comes just in time
we will have omlettes
there will be parties
and there will be people
who make us laugh

you don’t have to be better
or have to be greater
or have to be charming
or have to be all of the other things

wake up, you sleepy head
you sleepy head
wake up, you sleepy head
you sleepy head

She hears her neighbors yell and scream
she’s crying tears and thinks she’s seen
or was it just a killing in her mind
now heavy is this heavy handed time

they will talk about you
over breakfast
talk about you
they will talk about you
in the back yard
talk about you

The next day facts and fiction blur
did mr.s white kill him or her?
but there’s no blood, the cops were never called
perhaps it was the telly after all

streets are colored beautiful
if you move here then you’re a fool
cause voices in your head will get you down
and murder, they want murder in this town

they will talk about you
over breakfast
talk about you
they will talk about you
in the back yard
talk about you
they will talk about you
at the market
talk about you
they will talk about you
in the back yard
talk about you
they will talk about you
at the market
(repeat)

money comes and money goes you stick around and it’ll show
that the same things that always got you down still will

life on her avenue was was easy if you never knew that
it all was just one photograph

she didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to say goodbye
she didn’t want to say goodbye
and why should she anyway
didn’t want to say goodbye

speaks of the trips she’s had that woke her up and made her mad
living young seems to keep her from ever growing old

we have debates about the difference between luck and wealth
and I can’t see through her warm weathered eyes

she didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to say goodbye
she didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to say goodbye
and why should she anyway
didn’t want to say goodbye

PERDUE
PERDUE
PERDUE
PERDUE A PARIS

il y a pleins de petites rues
et un arc en ciel
et une fromagerie
au musee picasso

il y a un chat qui court
apres un pigeon
j’entends de la musique
mais tu n’es pas la

PERDUE
PERDUE
PERDUE
PERDUE A PARIS

il y a pleins de p’tits cafes
ou on parle de politique
il commence a pleuvoir
et tout est ferme

Rodin il est mechant
avec Camille Claudel
je file sur mon velo
mais tu n’es pas la

this is the story ’bout a girl who was afraid of the light
this is the the story ’bout a boy, who didn’t turn out quite right

this is the story of the ribbon and the skeleton key
this is the story ’bout the story of you and me

A dixie cup outside
seems to stop and sigh then change direction
A letter’s on the way from the mailroom of a mind that’s blowing kisses
oooh never mind

this is the story ’bout a girl who was afraid of the light
this is the the story ’bout a boy, who didn’t turn out quite right

this is the story ’bout the ribbon and the skeleton key
this is the story of the story of you and me

oooh oooh ooh oooh
oooh oooh oooh oooh
oooh oooh ooohhh

Why do I always keep righting your wrongs
we’ve grown so tired
and we hurry

Give us back Kyoto nights
where all is good and all is right
nothing hurts nothing hurts

where will we wake up
and who will we be
I’ll be your hat you can be my coat

Run through the London streets
nameless and free
can’t even tell if it’s raining

Give us back Kyoto nights
where all is good and all is right
nothing hurts here nothing hurts
Give us back Kyoto nights
where all is good and all is right
nothing hurts here nothing hurts

oooooooohhhhhhh

they have high hopes for us
put down your drink and pick me up
I’ll make that funny face
lets just be good and dance

you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh

you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me

you’ll make me want to live
ill be home for you dear
we’ll be the bright young things
mid century happiness

you are getting me !!

you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh

you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
you getting me oooh
(repeat)