Miller time at the bar where all the English meet She used to drink in the hills Only now she drinks in the valleys Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue or so it seems A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from You begin to see the value of your freedom... The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood And deer look down from the hills And it's three o'clock in the morning Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer voice Crying out, mummy won't come out of the bathroom And you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature
Screen kiss, one screen kiss Straight from a film I forget who was in Screen kiss, one screen kiss Blue filter lens, a pool of vaseline But all the rushes look the same Only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again If it's the one with him in
You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors Hold to me and we'll climb You could sneak out while he's sleeping Suicide in the hills above old Hollywood Is never gonna change the world Change the world overnight Any more than the invention of the six-gun - child Any more than the discovery of Radium, Or California tipping in the ocean
Screen kiss, one screen kiss ...
Compositor: Thomas Morgan Robertson ECAD: Obra #25137620