Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our