Marquee - Superchunk

Sneakin' into the balcony

Velvet curtains on the walls

Well I might jump or I might fall

I am not decided

Stare into your selfish screen

Film is melting happily

Brown is turning into gold

I’m falling through these holes

Gracefully

You hit your mark

While acting is naive

The arc of lights

Above your head

Is not to be believed

Oh your marquee!

Your marquee!

And your publicist was great

She got me this date

And although I can’t complain

I do not like champagne

You love the trading cards of fame

And what rhymes with insane?

And I lie about the champagne

Yeah I lie about it

Gracefully

You hit your mark

While acting is naive

The arc of lights

Above your head

Is not to be believed

Oh your marquee!

Your marquee!

Will I see you in the parking lot?

Can I see you in the parking lot?

Will I see you in the parking lot?