Cateye Glasses - 8th Day

Behind your little door

inside that head of yours

cateye glasses

backstage passes

and I think you’re a movie star

but somewhere on a park bench

the old man is laughing

so you honk at him and you say something

but you’re invisible,

so invisible

from your dark café

from your late night day

you’re invisible,

so invisible

knock knock your monster home

mochachino ice cream cone

cologne, cigars, bass guitars

and I think you’re a movie star

but somewhere on a park bench

the old man is laughing

so you honk at him and you say something

but you’re invisible,

so invisible

from your midnight dreams

from your late night screams

you’re invisible, so invisible

but somewhere on a park bench

the old man is laughing

so you honk at him and say something

but you’re invisible,

so invisible

from your dark café

late night day

you’re invisible,

so invisible

from your midnight dreams

from your late night screams

you’re invisible,

so invisible