Marcella

There’s Marcella at the table
Loudly laughing insane
There’s Marcella at the slot machine
Her face is coloured green

There’s Marcella at the beach club
Dancing with her soul
There’s Marcella far away tonight
Trying to be cool

I’m stoned by the electric
The electric in your eyes
When the day is nearly ending
Your sun will come up and rise

She takes me like paper
Taken by the wind
She shows me long skyscrapers
She shows me how they sink

And the fanfare is blowing outside
A band is playing in my head
We heard the bad news on the radio
But our dreams are never never dead

I’m stoned by the electric
The electric in your eyes
When the day is nearly ending
Your sun will come up and rise

And I stand then up real hoping
Finally wishing for more
There’s Marcella in my brain
She’s standing naked, naked in my door

I’m stoned by the electric
The electric in your eyes
When the day is nearly ending
Your sun will come up and rise

Come up and rise