I think I’ll become famous
And fill my nights and days
With all the joys that one can get
From fulsome empty praise
I’ll return to my mansion
Where dreamy twilight blends
And walk the empty halls of fame
With echoes as my friends
I think I’ll become famous
And fill my nights and days
With all the joys that one can get
From fulsome empty praise
I’ll return to my mansion
Where dreamy twilight blends
And walk the empty halls of fame
With echoes as my friends