Julia Marcell Gamelan
Mighty screen light, tell me, tell me Is there something I should know Seven seasons of this sorrow Of this misery, in the row
Hold my head high, stand on tiptoes All my favorite people lie Let's go places they don't go Let's have a fever burn us bright
Hardly, hardly Feeling better
All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All my doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got
I don't know what I want, but I want it now
Mighty screen light, all my poets Drink a lot and play pretend Give me more of this and promise It's not forever, or be damned
Hardly, hardly Feeling better
All my nurses fill their papers Could be deadly, maybe not All the doctors scratch their heads off Why don't I like what I've got
I don't know what I want, but I want it now
