You were the Wizard of Oz with your electric guitar Flying in through the Louvre and handing me cards Sharks, coffee, cigarettes You were the sultan of swing in the grand scheme of things Making your way to nowhere and back again I wring out my hands I rinse and repeat
And I don’t regret one moment In the palm of my mind I can hold it It’ll never go away
It’s got to be there It’s got to be there What if I can’t find it in me anymore? It’s got to be there It’s got to be there What if I can’t find it in me anymore?
You were the king put in check, just getting high on the steps You’re on the stair behind me Combing the cobwebs right out of my head And then a plastic machine, it started painting a scene We were melting into one person and finding that love is indeed real
And I don’t regret one moment In the palm of my mind I can hold it It’ll never go away
It’s got to be there It’s got to be there What if I can’t find it in me anymore? It’s got to be there It’s got to be there What if I can’t find it in me anymore?