Big Screen, by Doug McKenna and Mike Larmoyeux

It’s late at night and now the clock is taunting
I’m wasting minutes of my life
I grab my coat and run my hands through my hair
And take a step into the dark

I know your name and I have used your number
I am familiar with your gaze
You hold the answers to my deepest questions
The ones I never had to ask

I don’t know why I feel the way that I feel
I don’t know how long this can last
Wherever this is coming from I move there
So shine your shoes, I’ll start to pack

This is what it’s like in movies
Feeling famous on the big screen

And now you’re turning and walking toward me
A startled look upon my face
And in your eyes I see we won’t be dressed long
Now things are falling into place

I don’t know why I feel the way that I feel
I don’t know how I can explain
You’re the Italian woman to that poet
And your divinity is plain

This is what it’s like in movies
Feeling famous on the big screen

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