Bright idea
par Orson
lyricscopy.com
Did somebody tell you what I couldn´t tell you?
I hope they did.
(I hope they didn´t.)
Will I learn to regret it, or should I forget it?
Whatever this is- it feels electric.
You shot me a sweet look,
Gave me your Year Book,
Told me to sign...
It was a signal.
But I couldn´t find the words.
I just couldn´t find the nerve.
As usual.
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!
Now you´re in Hollywood (right in my neighborhood)-
Things are really looking up for you...
An army of managers and lots of pretty boys lining up
just to meet with you.
I could´ve SWORN that it you that I bumped to just the other day
at the record store.
But I still don´t have a clue.
I just couldn´t talk to you.
As usual.
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!
So I come to your Event
in my well-rehearsed mystique,
I show up an hour late-
but I´ve been ready for a week,
Then you float into the hallway
like some neon silhouette,
I´m slowly losing oxygen
and my hands are soaking wet,
All the cameras and reporters
piling up on one another
just to get a look at you,
They all want an interview,
Then I make my move,
push them out of my way,
But I still just don´t know what to say...
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!
I hope they did.
(I hope they didn´t.)
Will I learn to regret it, or should I forget it?
Whatever this is- it feels electric.
You shot me a sweet look,
Gave me your Year Book,
Told me to sign...
It was a signal.
But I couldn´t find the words.
I just couldn´t find the nerve.
As usual.
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!
Now you´re in Hollywood (right in my neighborhood)-
Things are really looking up for you...
An army of managers and lots of pretty boys lining up
just to meet with you.
I could´ve SWORN that it you that I bumped to just the other day
at the record store.
But I still don´t have a clue.
I just couldn´t talk to you.
As usual.
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!
So I come to your Event
in my well-rehearsed mystique,
I show up an hour late-
but I´ve been ready for a week,
Then you float into the hallway
like some neon silhouette,
I´m slowly losing oxygen
and my hands are soaking wet,
All the cameras and reporters
piling up on one another
just to get a look at you,
They all want an interview,
Then I make my move,
push them out of my way,
But I still just don´t know what to say...
Here´s my Bright Idea:
I´ll just disappear!