Album: Left Of The Middle
Gotta get back, gotta figure out a way
I'm losing, my senses to you
Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow
Back home, but where is home
Guess it won't amount to much
Won't be long before I crush
I'll stand in line
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs
All alone, but I'm in a crowded room
I'm sinking, in quick sand tonight
You pick me up, and I shine across the sky till morning
Then you Colour Me In
Guess it won't amount to much
Seems to me I've lost my touch
I'm back in line
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Turn around and walk away
Everything will go your way, I pray
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs
Gotta get in time
Gotta get it last time
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Turn around and walk away
Everything will go your way, I pray
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs
Don't believe a thing they say, today
Turn around and walk away
Everything will go your way, I pray
Seems we all get lost amongst the pigeons and the crumbs