[Intro]

[Verse]:
Do you still go to the magpie store with the
Vintage fur coats and jewelry-laden drawers?
Do you still talk in hieroglyphs and wit from
Books you've read and films full of pith?

[Pre-Chorus]:
Christ, can we just have a conversation
Where money and ambition fall away?
There's a garden full of sweet pea and carnations
We'll lie out on the grass there someday
Someday

[Chorus]:
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home

[Verse]:
Do you still cry as you pull into the drive, thinking:
''God, is this it --- what it means to be alive?''
Do you still paint every Sunday when you wake?
I recall you used to point out every subtle flawed mistake
[Pre-Chorus]:
I still don't know the names of constellations
Or the true circumference of the Earth
But Christ, can we just have a conversation
Where you are self-endowed with silver-worth?
Silver-worth

[Chorus]:
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home

[Interlude]

[Chorus]:
My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home

My, Mrs. Dalloway
My, Mrs. Dalloway
Sketching women in summertime cafés
So reluctant to go home