Goodnight Anne Berlin

Goodnight Anne Berlin, Summer sun ambien.
California’s fallen seas, settle down nice and neat.
Goodnight Anne Berlin, sweet skin, salt and sin.
Wonder what the town we’re in.
Wonder why the scenery spins.
You need to be alone.
Anne Berlin’s got diamonds imbedded in her pale skin.
Sentimental scientist all wrong.
Anne Berlin’s got tarot cards, sweet incense and magic wands.
No wonder he fell under her spell.
Goodnight Anne Berlin, to the sweet hereafter kiss.
Sleep tight Anne Berlin.
You know it to be a dream…