Won't you wake me up from this
Yeah, come on
You can turn it on
Yeah, come on
Wake me up, wake me up
Wake me up, wake me up
Yeah, come on
You can turn it on
Yeah, come on
But you never really die
Flashbulbs go off in my face
Thank a small town with disgrace
Just how did it come to this
All I seen is a vacant face
It goes over and over and over and over
Yeah, it's something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over
Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical
Used to be so beautiful
And pretty goddam truthful to
You once said that I was deep
Well, that was before I walked asleep
Won't you wake me up from this
All I need is a prince to kiss
Then my beauty'll be back mine
It's my soul, my soul I'll find
Goin' Nike, Nike, Italy, France
Romance
The situation, the situation is:
Beethoven, roll over...
It goes over and over and over and over
Yeah, it's something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over
Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical
BT: What? I don't fuckin' think so!
Rose: I'm not kidding! ...do you think this experience will...
BT: Wait, but you flipped him off, to start with.
Rose: I don't think the rest of them knew who I was, only the driver; the group was standing back.
Bt: You flipped of the driver, who was a monk, at the Getty Museum, and then they wanted to take pictures with you?
Rose: All the rest of them did.
Stars collide and steal my fate
I'm the one they'll all embrace
I get down on my knees and pray
To think of your love some day
Silver's tarnished - blackened now
But I have faith I'll have my crown
Don't listen to sirens sing
Keep my truth I will take with me
Yeah, come on... you can turn it on
Yeah, come on... but you never really die
Yeah, come on... turn it on
Yeah, come on... but you never really die
Yeah, come on... turn it on
Yeah, come on... but you never really die
It goes over and over and over and over
Yeah, it's something beautiful
Over and over, goes over and over
Yeah, still something beautiful, mystical
