Hawkeye Crow

[Hawkeye Crow]

especially for sorcerers


Title: Counting Crows -
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby lyrics


 


Well I woke 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 ****
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 your head


And the ferris wheel
junkies will spin there 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 in the palace
like it's the last of the great pioneer town 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



Oh, you can see a million
miles tonight


But you can't get very far



 


Hey Mrs. Potter I won't
touch


Hey Mrs. Potter it's not
much but


Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
talk to me