ANA11064 No Land Left in Hollywood
ANA11064 No Land Left in Hollywood
We got caught up in a reverie, didn’t we?
We thought no one was looking for us
I can’t write another elegy, Ellen, please
Just have another cigarette.
Marianne was playing dead on the other side of the bed
She lost a tussle with the sunshine.
I was feeling kinda hollowed out watching her chase it down
And you were singing like you’d already won.
Ellen, please
Sing it back to me?
This will not set you free,
You cannot hold it…
We lost another summertime waiting for the wind to die
You were painting pictures of the harbor town
You dressed me up in pink and blue, didn’t you?
You said you only stole it but you broke it too.
Ellen, please
Sing it back to me?
This will not set you free,
You cannot hold it…
We’ll sink like stone,
Like everyone we know
You cannot be alone
If you let me hold it
We got caught up in a reverie, didn’t we?
