Alicia

I'm the paint brush, not the painter
I just want to entertain her
Please my new friend Alicia & make her stay
I am just the singer, not the song
& all I really did was sing along
She said it made her day

I went to see the child in the manger
I was one in a million of strangers
& they made me stand in a long & winding line
This is just another tourist town
Even the rain is watered down
Not just the wine

She's just a face in the congregation
Scattered in the dead of night
Now Alicia is moving on
To remain in light

There's not one thing for certain
Not even the color of the curtain
Not even the promise of the great obscure
Oh Alicia is there anybody out there
Who will listen to our prayers
She says "for sure"



Credits
Writer(s): Georg Altziebler
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