Dorothy Testo

Like the flutter of your fingertips,
Like the flickering of light,
You've got their 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 mine.

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.
Dorothy.

Like the scratching sounds of insect beneath the blades and soil,
We'll begin the clock ticking away to ends as black as oil.
Now it's founding in the air, left it 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, Dorothy.
Dorothy.

It'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 light.
It'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 light.
I 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.