Amateur Hour at the Globe

While I'm bracing for Sunday
Slitting throats in the rain, you say:
"We should go to a jam-packed field
And hold court with the Danes"
You have heard of a couple
Who had not met before
Coming down through the chimney
I guess Delerue did the score
Ending up together as the copper turned to gold
Amateur hour at the Globe

In the full light of Monday
There are numerous ways
To achieve eudaimonia
If you can hold its gaze
We are deep in discussion now
Throwing words at a wall
But the ones that remain stuck won't
Be the ones I recall
Pretty soon that chemist will run out of blindfolds
Amateur hour at the Globe

Going out on a weekday
We encountered a man
Who had nothing to offer anyone
So we robbed him and ran
& I think of my parents
Hooking up & away
& I start my DeLorean
Heading back through the days
Ain't it strange how the whisper of the wind feels just as cold
Amateur hour at the Globe

At the Globe
At the Globe
Amateur hour at the Globe
Amateur hour at the Globe



Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Mjøen
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