Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
I'm the phantom of my own Opera
Oh don't I know it
And I think of you, sweetheart
I'm lurking in the shadows
Of my memory
We were going to have a circus in the barn
But the creature lurks among us
The ghost of our past
The ghost of our love
And if I had my own way
I always say that phrase
I thought it was a phase
But it wasn't
And so here I am
In my baggy-clown costume
Perform any funny trick and throw a kiss
To the audience
And I'm wearing a mask
But you don't have to ask
Who I'm thinking about
And there's a monkey in the background
Hung by a rope from the ceiling
And I'm the villain, acting fierce
And stretching whiskers too fully
The phantom wears a black coat
Long trousers and a derby
Stands erect
And cracks the whip loudly
I'm the phantom of my own opera
I perform all the parts
And I think of you, sweetheart
I'm even the audience
And I can't help thinking
We were going to have a circus in the barn
Can't pull the curtain
I can't help remembering
Turn a somersault after singing a verse
And the song is never ending
And I never quit rehearsing
A performance of a sad and twisted art
And if I had my own way
I don't know what I'd do
I probably wish it was you