Hollywood

Morning cup of coffee
Not a single word
And if you do, say something
It's only about war
Every time I ask you
You just say we're good
Either I'm a fool for asking
Or you belong in Hollywood

Five o'clock martinis
Watch the sun go down (sun go down)
Eyes in crystal glasses
That's the only sense
I say you, "let's get away"
You just smile and say we should
Well either I'm a fool for asking
Or you belong in Hollywood

Like a silver screen
It's a technical dream
We pretend it's real
But it's only make-believe

Lying in our bed
In the middle of "back to"
We say, "goodnight, I love you"
We never miss our cue
I ask you, if you mean it (you mean it)
You say, "yes, I knew you"
Well either I'm a fool for asking
Or you belong in Hollywood
Either I'm a fool for asking
Or you belong in Hollywood