Chris Britton: June 2009 Archives

With this dead man's hand I could rule the world,
With this dead man's hand I could fool the girl,
Who dreams about me,
Though she swears blind she never dreams at all,

Left an unpaid bill. In the unmade bed
Lies the only girl who has ever said
She cares about me,
I know full well she never cares at all.

And I raise, and I rise as the light grows dim,
I'm erased, I arise - I know someone is calling me in.

This I know is true:
As the stillness grew,
And the light turned blue
I could see myself.

Held the Ace of Diamonds, the two black eights.
Drew the Ace of Clubs, Little Queen of Spades
keeps smiling at me.
Though she never ever smiles at all.

And I raise, and I rise as my ship comes in.
I'm erased and arise - I feel somebody pulling me in.

This I know is true:
As the stillness grew,
And the light turned blue,
I could see myself
For the first time.

This I know is true:
As the stillness grew,
And the light turned blue,
I could see myself
For the first time.

This I know is true:
I found my faith in you,
And all the things you do,
And I could see myself
For the first time.

If she could be anything she wants,
She might be a dancer.
If I could have anything I want,
I'd ask for an answer.
She lights my world for me.
She shows me things that I can't see
If she could be anything she wants...

If she could be anything she wants,
She might be an actor.
If I could have anything I want,
There's one thing I'd ask her.
She rights my world for me,
She tells me things that can't be real.
If she could be anything she wants...

If she could be anything she wants,
She might have to leave me.
If I could have anything I want,
She'd have to deceive me.
She paints my world for me,
Depicting all that I can't see.
If she could be anything she wants...
If she could be anything she wants...
If she could be anything she wants...
If she could be anything then I...

I'm not talking, cos there's too much to say,
I'm not talking, cos all the words get in the way,
When i'm talking, it never ends,
It just goes round and round and round again,

I'm not talking, cos there's so much to say
Without talking, it might all soon blow away,
But when you're talking to your friends,
I sit in silence, wishing I was one of them,

So much to say and so little time to say it in,
I wish I could somehow take us back to somewhere when,
We never spoke and neither of us looked the other way,
And we knew what each of us would say,

So much to say and so little time to say it in,
I wish I could somehow take us back to somewhere when,
We never spoke and neither of us looked the other way,
And we knew what each of us would say,

I'm not talking, though they wan't me to say,
When we're talking, what drove you to just pick a day,
And then start walking, it never ends,
When all I want to do is talk to you again,

So much to say, and nothing left but time to say it in,
I wish I could somehow take us back to somewhere when,
We never spoke and neither of us looked the other way,
And we knew what each of us would say,
And we knew what each of us would say,
And we knew what each of us would say,
And we knew what each of us would say,