Lyrics Julia Marcell

Julia Marcell

Gamelan

Mighty screen light, tell me, tell me

Is there something I should know

Seven seasons of this sorrow

Of this misery, in the row

Hold my head high, stand on tiptoes

All my favorite people lie

Let's go places they don't go

Let's have a fever burn us bright

Hardly, hardly

Feeling better

All my nurses fill their papers

Could be deadly, maybe not

All my doctors scratch their heads off

Why don't I like what I've got

I don't know what I want, but

I want it now

Mighty screen light, all my poets

Drink a lot and play pretend

Give me more of this and promise

It's not forever, or be damned

Hardly, hardly

Feeling better

All my nurses fill their papers

Could be deadly, maybe not

All the doctors scratch their heads off

Why don't I like what I've got

I don't know what I want, but

I want it now