Old Yellow Bricks
Love’s a risk
Quite the little escapologist
Love’s some myth
When you wish
For a thousand places better than this
You are the fugitive but you don’t know what you’re running from
You can’t kid us and you couldn’t trick anyone
Houdini look, you don’t know what you’re running away from
He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up
Blinded by nostalgia
He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up
She was enraged, by the way
That the emporers were trapped in the cage
And the days
She’d deemed dull
The empty nights reading beer bottles
You’re such a fugitive but you don’t know what you’re running form
You can’t kid us yeah you can’t trick anyone
Houdini, yeah you don’t know what you’re running from
He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up
Blinded by nostalgia
He wants to sleep in the city, that never wakes up
Yeah it’s a loss, just because
It wasn’t all you thought it was
You’re the fugitive but you don’t know what you’re running away from
She said I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up
And revel in nostalgia
He wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up
But Dorothy was right though…
