Mrs. Potter's Lullaby Lyrics
| Song | Mrs. Potter's Lullaby |
| Artist | Counting Crows |
| Album | Films About Ghosts:The Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Adam Duritz & Charles Gillingham & Ben Mize & David Bryson & Daniel John Vickery &am | |
| 作词 : Duritz | |
| One, two, one, two, three, four | |
| 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 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 | |
| Oh, and the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head | |
| Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead | |
| When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in bed | |
| Hey, Mrs. Potter don't go | |
| I said 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 | |
| Oh, 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 | |
| Oh, 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 in the Palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars | |
| Oh, 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? | |
| Well that was very nice, thank you very much. |
| zuo qu : Adam Duritz Charles Gillingham Ben Mize David Bryson Daniel John Vickery am | |
| zuo ci : Duritz | |
| One, two, one, two, three, four | |
| Well I woke up in midafternoon ' 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 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 | |
| Oh, and the ghosts of the tiltawhirl will linger inside of your head | |
| Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead | |
| When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in bed | |
| Hey, Mrs. Potter don' t go | |
| I said 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 | |
| Oh, 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 | |
| Oh, 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 in the Palace like it' s the last of the great pioneer town bars | |
| Oh, 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? | |
| Well that was very nice, thank you very much. |
| zuò qǔ : Adam Duritz Charles Gillingham Ben Mize David Bryson Daniel John Vickery am | |
| zuò cí : Duritz | |
| One, two, one, two, three, four | |
| Well I woke up in midafternoon ' 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 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 | |
| Oh, and the ghosts of the tiltawhirl will linger inside of your head | |
| Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead | |
| When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in bed | |
| Hey, Mrs. Potter don' t go | |
| I said 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 | |
| Oh, 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 | |
| Oh, 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 in the Palace like it' s the last of the great pioneer town bars | |
| Oh, 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? | |
| Well that was very nice, thank you very much. |
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