Films About Ghosts lyrics

So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love (love)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love,oh

Come on, come on

Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
If everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
And Albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep last night 'till the morning came around

Set out runnin' but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight

Ran into the Devil, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah, in a cave up in the hills

Set out runnin' but I take my time

She sat right down on the sofa and said,
"Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you."
'Cause last night I had something so good
These days get so long
And I got nothing to do

I been hangin' around this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hangin' around this town on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

Sha la la la la la la, Mmmm...
Uh huh

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance the silence down through the morning
Sha la la la la la la la yeah

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

I am an idiot
Walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat
Swinging trapezes through circles of flame

Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night
There's an old man treading around in the gathered rain
Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way?

Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters

When I think of heaven,
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying
Down into a sea of pens and feathers and
All other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before,
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying,
I've been thinking,

Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
Angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

She don't want nobody near
But you can't get away from that
They appear and disappear
And they all get a string attached
Pretty soon they got you hanging on a line
Pretty soon they're singing one by one the same old rhyme
They say, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."

She don't want nobody home
Cause it's a little too crowded then
But she don't wanna be alone