The world waits for you when And the dawn breaks for you when And the media will watch And she will change her mind
I tried to win for you when I shed my skin for you when I loved you like my own I fed you like a child
Stay in bed and feed the day With my imagination, honey Falling through the cracks in people's kindness And the world won't step aside
I tried to make you want me I left my home at seventeen But everywhere I looked I saw Another me
And we are the invisibles Plain and lonely It's funny how it's always out of reach
I hear the wood pigeons and I call my father in and He sits and hears me sing But never wonders why
Why do I call out in the night He found the photos set alight Everything about her Makes me want to smile
I'll stay in bed and feed the day With my polite conversation, father Papering the cracks in others' silence But I still won't step aside
I tried to make her want me I tried to play her politics But every step I took I had to swallow this
That we are the invisibles Strange and lonely It's funny how it's always out of reach It's funny how it's always out of reach It's funny how we're always out of reach
Compositores: Brett Lewis Anderson (Brett Anderson) (PRS), Neil John Codling (Neil Codling) (PRS), Richard John Oakes (Richard Oakes) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2018 (23/Ago)ECAD verificado obra #18664594 e fonograma #17033558 em 23/Abr/2024