Prussian Blue(Accoustic) - Richard Clapton

Prussian Blue - Richard Clapton
Why thank you yes I guess I'm doing fine
The chances are I just could lose my mind
'Cause I'm sure I was with you that icy winter's night
And this picture in my memory sure seems to fit your smile
Don't you remember me
I played my song on your telephone
And I'm sure that you're the girl
Who painted children upon my window
And changed the lights in my room to sad blue shadows
Then when I woke up in the morning babe you had flown
Don't you sit out on the street
At Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you babe
Half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go
Won't you come in out of the cold
Well I'll bet you never thought I'd recognize
That the tune you're humming just happens to be mine
And I've known that hazy flicker in your eyes
And the way you sway your head from side to side
When you're all dressed up in your sixteenth century clothes
Hung on your body in Da Vinci ratio
Every time you move you strike a pose
Won't you please be in my Magic Theater show
Don't you sit out on the street
At Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you babe
Half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go
Won't you come in out of the cold
When I'm feeling things that just don't seem quite right
There's a high pitched humming on my old electric light
Like a hundred sitars droning through the night
Flashing off and on like some crazy neon sign
Feel like I'm in a Bunuel movie
Right here at home
Surreal as Ornette Coleman's saxophone
Playing on my broken gramophone
Oh now baby don't you leave me here alone
Don't you sit out on the street
At Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you babe
Half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go
Won't you come in out of the cold
Won't you come in out of the cold