There Will Be Fireworks Classic Movies
In the season of my silence:
Red and violet light
The western sky ablaze
And Glasgow gleamed
Beneath the Cathkin Braes
Will this shadow ever leave me?
Does my heart again deceive me?
Restless days and endless nights —
They're all the same
There must be something in the water
There must be something in the wine
Have I been wasting all my time?
(All my time.)
Is this sorrow now shot through me?
Classic movies beamed into a boyhood room
In the television light a flower bloomed
And it's been so long
And in this season of my sadness:
Who would have this
Shadow of a waxwing slain?
An old machine that dreams itself awake
And would you love me or haunt me?
This gathered storm of fates
I bolt the windows closed
And wait for days
It was only us
Just the two of us
I held you in my arms
Tinseltown — in love —
Coming through the stereo
And those sea-grey eyes
Saw the morning light
(Saw the morning light.)
There won't be an open door
Can't go through it any more
I have been around this town;
I have seen it all by now
It was only us
Just the two of us
I held you in my arms
I held you in my arms
