In your chair with your headphone
hair
Behind your self-possession
stare
Do you stray while I tilt
away
A thousand windmills every
day
Every one can shine at something
I知 the B-side king
Can you hear the song I never
wrote
Would you like to sing it
to me now
Thinking we could float
out of the room
Still we cry over
Spilt sour milk
Birds appear no landing gear
You値l never run the world
from here
I知 one to talk in epic
battle locked
With the hands of a grandfather
clock
Every one can shine at something
I知 the B-side king
Can you hear the song I never
wrote
Is it all about the happiness
That would let us float
out of the room
But still we cry over
Spilt sour milk
Is there a middle 8
The cheque痴 in the mail
and it痴 forty years late
I知 trying to paint a big
picture
Can you hear the song I never
wrote
Would you like to sing it
to me now
Thinking we could float
out of the room
But still we cry over
Spilt sour milk
©2004 John Newlands