Like the flutter of your fingertips, like the flickering of lights
You've got your bright ideas but we've got bigger fish to fry
Found you out there on your doorstep, undressed to the nines
From your Sunday best, black and blue velvet dress, your head's a mess and so is mineOh, Dorothy, I'm coming home, I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you, it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's blackening, I'm racing to your doorway, DorothyDorothyLike the scratching sounds of insects beneath the blades and soil
We'll begin the clock ticking away to ends as black as oil
Now it's pounding in the air, left in left field for you to find
Outside of your peripheral vision of this never-ending night
Oh, Dorothy, I'm coming home, I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you, it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's blackening, I'm racing to your doorway, DorothyDorothyIt's a strange world, isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in
I had a change of heart tonight
When I watched her walk into the lightIt's a strange world, isn't it?
Such strange times to be living in
I had a change of heart tonight
When I watched her walk into the lightI watched her walk into the light
Oh, Dorothy, I'm coming home, I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you, it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's blackening, I'm racing to your doorway, Dorothy
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