Sweet Magdalene Lyrics

Out of touch, out of time, and indisputably out of your mind

With a passion so sublime, with a youthfulness you crossed the line

I don't know what to say anymore, and I'm running out of time

I know the games you're playing are in your mind

Sweet Magdalene, this is not a movie scene where you keep kicking it down, kicking it down

Plot a scheme, there are differences between what's in your mind

With the touch of your hand, you can make it happen

And with the blink of an eye, it can all be gone

You can hide behind your spotlight, or collect your silver spoons

Just remember in the morning, you'll wake up with you

Sweet Magdalene, this is not a movie scene where you keep kicking it down, kicking it down

Plot a scheme, there are differences between what's in your mind

Hold on to your love

Don't let it slip away

When your screenwriters and your prop boys all seem to disappear

You're not alone, I'll be right at home, I'm here for you

Sweet Magdalene, this is not a movie scene where you keep kicking it down, kicking it down

Plot a scheme, there are differences between what's in your mind

Oh, sweet Magdalene

Oh yeah, sweet Magdalene

Oh yeah, sweet Magdalene