Like the flutter of your fingertips,
Like the flickering of lights,
They've got their bright ideas but
we've got bigger fish to fry.
Found you out there on your
doorstep,
Undressed to the nines.
From your Sunday best, black and
blue velvet dress.
Your head's a mess and so is mine.
Oh Dorothy, [bad word] home,
I hope you're waiting there.
I know times have been tough on
you,
It's all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful
place deep in your heart,
It's beckoning, I'm racing to your
doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy.
Like the scratching sounds of
insects,
Beneath the blades and soil.
We'll begin the plot to get away,
To ends as black as oil.
Now it's bounding in the ear,
Left in left field for you to find.
Outside of your perifirals vision of
this never ending night.
Oh Dorothy, [bad word] home,
I hope you're waiting there.
I know times have been tough on
you,
It's all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful
place deep in your heart,
It's beckoning, I'm racing to your
doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy.
It's a strange world isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight,
When I watched her walk into the
light.
It's a strange world isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in.
I had a change of heart tonight,
When I watched her walk into the
light.
I watched her walk into the light.
Oh Dorothy, [bad word] home,
I hope you're waiting there.
I know times have been tough on
you,
It's all downhill from here.
Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful
place deep in your heart,
It's beckoning, I'm racing to your
doorway Dorothy.
Dorothy