Mrs. Potter's Lullaby lyrics

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Song Details
Artist(s)Counting Crows
Album(s)This Desert Life

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 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 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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