LYRIC
CATEYE GLASSES- 8th Day- Composed By Shmuli Marcus- Brooklyn
Behind your limo door
inside that head of yours
cateye glasses
backstage passes
and I think you’re a movie star.
But somewhere on a park bench
the old man is laughing
so you honk at him and you say something
but you’re invisible,
so invisible.
From your dark café
from your late night day
you’re invisible,
so invisible.
Knock knock your monster home
mochachino ice cream cone
cologne, cigars, bass guitars
and I think you’re a movie star.
But somewhere on a park bench
the old man is laughing
so you honk at him and you say something
but you’re invisible,
so invisible.
From your midnight dreams
from your late night screams
you’re invisible, so invisible.
But somewhere on a park bench
the old man is laughing
so you honk at him and say something
but you’re invisible,
so invisible.
From your dark café
late night day
you’re invisible,
so invisible.
From your midnight dreams
from your late night screams
you’re invisible,
so invisible.