The Bloke On Who Wants To Be A...
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Stop where you are
I didn't really mean to hurt you
If something I've said has torn you away from me
We sit on the stairs
Hoping that the tears don't come
To draw you away
And leave me alone again
I'm out of my head
Don't understand it
Out of my heart
Low down and stranded
Taking the chance
You might hold on
And follow me blind
I'm out of my mind
And when you rise
Hoping that you don't remember
The things that I said
The way that you're feeling now
We sit on the bed (I see you crying)
Can't keep the tears from falling (falling down)
I wipe them away
To know that they'll fall again
How come it's me who's always saying the wrong thing
Sometimes it feels just like you're playing my heartstrings
Some would say I'm afraid just to be back on my own again
Stop where you are
I didn't really mean to hurt you
If something I've said has torn you away from me
I'm out of my head
Don't understand it
Out of my heart
Low down and stranded
Taking the chance
You might hold on
And follow me blind
I'm falling behind
I'm out of my mind
It's a thin line that leads us and keeps a man from shame
And dark clouds quickly gather along the way he came
There's fear out on the mountain and death out on the plain
There's heartbreak and heart-ache in the shadow of the flame
Chorus:
[But]this love will carry, this love will carry me
I know this love will carry me
The strongest web will tangle, the sweetest bloom will fall
And somewhere in the distance we try and catch it all
Success lasts for a moment and failure's always near
And you look down at your blistered hands as turns another year
Chorus
These days are golden, they must not waste away
For our time is like that flower and soon it will decay
And though by storms we're weakened, uncertainty is sure
And like the coming of the dawn it's ours for evermore
Chorus
our first subway ride
our first heavy metal haircuts
the last swim on the east coast
and me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose
I remember
your warm smile in the sun
the daydreaming boy without shirt on
the birmingham barfly father
left a mother with 3 sons
you were the oldest, juvenile delinquent bum
my best friend.