Madeline

Madeline, you’re a superstar
Don’t matter much to my mind
That you’re left off the boulevard
And all your favourite angels
They’ve got dirt on their faces
You move me
Like a cyclone flattens trees
Like the flower moves the bees
Like war is over
Madeline, you’re a speeding car
Across the desert in the night
Asleep in my arms
And your name sounds like music
It’s such a joy to sing along
And do I still make your toes curl
Like your hair does in that photo
At the beach last summer
When I knew I was in trouble
We were falling in love
Falling in love again
Madeline, you’re a superstar
Don’t matter much to my mind
That you’re left off the boulevard