Like the flutter of your fingertips,
Like the flickering of lights,
They´ve got their bright ideas but we´ve got bigger fish to fry.

Found you out there on your doorstep,
Undressed to the nines.
From your Sunday best, black and blue velvet dress.
Your head´s a mess and so is mine.

Oh Dorothy, I´m coming home,
I hope you´re waiting there.
I know times have been tough on you,
It´s all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
It´s beckoning, I´m racing to your doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy.

Like the scratching sounds of insects,
Beneath the blades and soil.
We´ll begin the plot to get away,
To ends as black as oil.
Now it´s pounding in the ear,
Left in left field for you to find.
Outside of your perifirals vision of this never ending night.


Oh Dorothy, I´m coming home,
I hope you´re waiting there.
I know times have been tough on you,
It´s all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
It´s beckoning, I´m racing to your doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy.

It´s a strange world isn´t it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight,
When I watched her walk into the light.
It´s a strange world isn´t it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight,
When I watched her walk into the light.

I watched her walk into the light.

Oh Dorothy, I´m coming home,
I hope you´re waiting there.
I know times have been tough on you,
It´s all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
It´s beckoning, I´m racing to your doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy.