Run The Numbers

[Verse 1]
I sip the reaches of the rain
Throwing roses at your name
One more day turned silent night
‘Til I flicker in the liquorlight
Flicker in the liquorlight

[Verse 2]
I bet you BLTs for lunch
Pulling poses over punch
Ginny joules abloom in every pour
And copper stops the opera
Copper stops the opera
So add me to the drawer
Y’know, the one by the door

[Chorus]
O Little Bohemia
What are you dreaming of?
I wish wish wish I had a clue
Instead of penning platinum alibis in blue

[Verse 2]
May the future hit thе spot
Awe, posterity and plot
You’ll be dancing in your socks
In a spotlight picking locks
In a spotlight picking locks

[Chorus]
O Littlе Bohemia
What does it mean to ya?
When one by one the shops
Turn into scenery and props