I wrote a new song
It sounds like one of your songs
It doesn't really matter
I could write a hundred new ones
But I could never make them sound
The way that you do
Everyone dies
It ain't nothing new
On a gloomy afternoon
Lizzy come back to life
Topless in your headdress
Laying by the pool
Cigarette perched on your upper lip
Lizzy how'd you get so cool?
Out on the porch
Drinking beer, skipping school
Listenin' to Mambo Nassau
On a gloomy afternoon
Lizzy come back to life
I wanna go back to New York
And hang out with Patti Smith
And Richard Hell
I wanna dig the African rhythms
I wanna be there when you write
Where Are the Gazelles?
One, 'cause you're beautiful
One for your soul
One for the memories
And the melodies I stole
From here on out
Music is ruined
I can't listen to anything new
It all sounds dull coming after you
Lizzy come back to life
Come back to life
Come back to life
Come back to life
Come back to life