39 Plays
From my office in LA
I will be your private orchestra in the life I lead by day
all strangers here
in the concert hall parks
no way to know who’s with me once the sky goes dark.
I will pretend to be your priest
and I know you’ll let me
I’d kill you with the stars
you’d better believe thats how long my arm of influence extends
its not your life to lead, its ours
its always funny, but the sadness never ends
I will pretend to be your priest
and I know you’ll let me
all the mirrors we grew up with
all the afternoon tv
make us, young and restless
lions, keeping ourselves from living
easily, I would pretend to be your priest
and I know you’ll let me
in the quiet of your living room
stay on all night while you sleep on your chair
be your man, better than your man
unchangeable, beloved, always perfect hair.
I would pretend to be your priest
and I know you’ll let me.
