Richard Clapton - Prussian Blue lyrics

Why thank you, yes, I guess I'm doing fine
The chances are I just could lose my mind
'Cause I'm sure I was with you that icy winter's night
And this picture in my memory, sure seems to fit your smile

Don't you remember me, I played my song on your telephone
And I'm sure that you're the girl who painted children upon my window
And changed the lights in my room to sad blue shadows
Then when I woke up in the morning babe, you had flown

Don't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the cold

Well, I'll bet you never thought I'd recognize
That the tune you're humming, just happens to be mine
And I've known that hazy flicker in your eyes
And the way you sway your head from side to side
When you're all dressed up in your sixteenth century clothes
Hung on your body in Da Vinci ratio
Every time you move you strike a pose
Won't you please be in my Magic Theater show

Don't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the cold
Now I'm feeling things that just don't seem quite right,

There's a high pitched humming on my old electric light
Like a hundred sitars droning through the night
Flashing off and on like some crazy neon sign

Feel like I'm in a Bunuel movie, right here at home
Surreal as Ornette Coleman's saxophone
Playing on my broken gramophone
Oh, baby, don't you leave me here alone

Don't you sit out on the street, at Don Quixote's feet
'Cause he don't need you, babe, half as much as me
And if you've got nowhere to go, won't you come in out of the cold