JELLYFISH


Russian Hill Lyrics

I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive
A sensory lullaby
We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines
For pistons and gasoline

We see the road from the bedside
Parked under the sunshine
We feel the warmth of the engine, so we climb inside
And take it to the motorway

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill onto Russian Hill

Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best
Treeline village, oh, so heavenly
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper

Only Eden is for millionaires

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill onto Russian Hill

I'm pulling through the last stoplight
We head home past the shoreline
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away
'Til we're helpless

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
(We're hopeless)
We shift the gears for years and age a single day
(It fades away)
For like curtains close this sunset matinee
A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill

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Songwriter(s): Andy Sturmer
Publisher(s): BMG Platinum Songs, Little Green Appletoons
Record Label(s): 1993 Virgin Records America, Inc All rights reserved Unauthorized reproduction is a violation of applicable laws Manufactured by Virgin Records A
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