And that’s a horrible drag
The bedtime prince
Is caught up in the machine
A drunken castaway
Collapsing now into your own wasteland
Take them shake them out in the water
I see them
The wedding machines
In old gold photographs
With a glass in your hand
And the life in your head
They just don’t know you
Like I do
©Copyright Secret Life of Painters
Words & music by John Hofmann