Silver Screen - Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Fred Tackett

    Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face
    People runnin' runnin' to and fro, it's such a frantic pace
    But in her hand she's got control, remote as that may seem
    A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady
    When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
    With the silver screen

    Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams
    Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene
    Her perception of reception is her lone reality
    What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care
    The rest falls through the cracks, an unconscious stream
    When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
    With the silver screen

    In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago
    If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go
    Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the world
    Apocalypse utopia or space not explored
    When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen

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