Old Yellow Bricks Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapologist Love's some myth when you wish For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from You can't kid us and you couldn't trick anyone Houdini, look, you don't know what you're running away from
He wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up Blinded by nostalgia He wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up
She was enraged by the way That the emperors were trapped in the cage And the days she'd deemed dull The empty nights reading beer bottles You're such a fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from
You can't kid us, and you couldn't trick anyone Houdini, look, you don't know what you're running away from
He wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up Blinded by nostalgia He wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up
Yeah it's a loss, just because It wasn't all that you thought it was You are the fugitive, but you don't know what you're running away from
She said, 'I want to sleep in a city that never wakes up And revel in nostalgia' 'I know', I said, 'He wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up, but... Dorothy was right, though.'