Erin McKeown - Cinematic lyrics
[Erin McKeown - Cinematic lyrics]
Where the handsome faggots make pretty
Pretty empty lots, secrets well kept
Nothing standing but the frame of a set
Some things are built to withstand regret
It was cinematic how we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up!
She wore off like a prom dress
Heels a kickin', short hair a mess
Painted nails for turning tricks
Throw something hard, something stick
Throw nothing, no, nothing slips
Tip and tuck down the 99
The pedal pushed down the entire time
You’re running scared 'til your ceiling falls
Banging her head, wrists rubbed raw
Addicted to something we never saw
It was cinematic how we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! Closeup
Yeah
Off the freeway Dreamland burns
The ultimate take in the land of returns
With a glycerine smile and a tear for tragedy
Something grand Judy left for me
Nothing more than box office history
It was cinematic how we loved
Longshot! Jumpcut! Close-up! Closeup
Closeup yes, Closeup
I begin where Garland died
Looked like a child all her life
I begin where Garland died
Looked like a child all her life so will I