Cream
For a while, you were the cat that got the cream
So wide-eyed and full of curiosity
Oh, I wonder when it changed
I thought we had it made
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it
For a while, you saw the wood there for the trees
So full of life and everything was such a breeze
Oh, I wonder when it changed
All your colours turned to grey
Perhaps the trees they grew too big for you to really see
You said, "It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under"
I said, "It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
Contrary to the popular belief
Boys can cry, does that serve as a relief?
There's no use hiding it away
Only hanging on good days
Surely by now it's clear that I'll be here through anything
You said, "It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
"It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
Ah, ah
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
For a while, you saw the wood there for the trees (oh)
For a while your pride, it served as a relief (oh)
For a while, you were the cat that got the cream (oh)
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it
Savour it
Savour it
So wide-eyed and full of curiosity
Oh, I wonder when it changed
I thought we had it made
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it
For a while, you saw the wood there for the trees
So full of life and everything was such a breeze
Oh, I wonder when it changed
All your colours turned to grey
Perhaps the trees they grew too big for you to really see
You said, "It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under"
I said, "It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
Contrary to the popular belief
Boys can cry, does that serve as a relief?
There's no use hiding it away
Only hanging on good days
Surely by now it's clear that I'll be here through anything
You said, "It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
"It's not you, it's me
I'm scared of pulling you under
It's just a blip
Put your head on my shoulder"
Ah, ah
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
For a while, you saw the wood there for the trees (oh)
For a while your pride, it served as a relief (oh)
For a while, you were the cat that got the cream (oh)
Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it
Savour it
Savour it
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Writer(s): Beth Cornell, Paul Dixon, James New
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