A New Heart
I've been asked to write a song without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another, for my mother for my bride
A song that'll shine on my kids and theirs to come
Something that'll love them and watch over when I'm gone
To my ward, to my wheel-chair, to my runner's-up drip
Will you push me will you pull when I'm too fat to see my
Didn't I always tell you I'd stay for 2000 years?
You'd better hope that science fiction doesn't have good ears
You're rubbing on my genie hurry up and make a wish
Quenched that thirst my bag is burst watch out for all my
Flies trying to break in to my eyes like little rymes
Of hatred trying to squeeze inside all these precious lines
I see across to the hills and the bridge that wears the sun
I remember how I feel when I know you're going to come
Running up the stairway and through the front door
Cook us dinner then we burst, take pictures on the floor
Remember when I sing my songs that opposites attract
That's why these shavings of despair come zooming to my heart
For he is gold and magnet-red and beacon and a light
I take these flies and pick them off and catalogue the night
So put it in your eyes any way that you like
I say the words and feel your heart when I lie awake at night
I know sometimes I'm moody and you have to wear kid-gloves
I'm trying hard to better myself I'm trying to rise above
So I tried to write a song without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another at my mother at my bride
I almost got accosted by the good old negative
And even when I'm screaming love I'm swearing that it is
Shouldn't I just admit it that I've lost the race to lose
Break the record in it's track and stop being confused
A friend to my failures and a friend to myself
Is what I'll be when I've fixed the roof and everything else
At myself or another, for my mother for my bride
A song that'll shine on my kids and theirs to come
Something that'll love them and watch over when I'm gone
To my ward, to my wheel-chair, to my runner's-up drip
Will you push me will you pull when I'm too fat to see my
Didn't I always tell you I'd stay for 2000 years?
You'd better hope that science fiction doesn't have good ears
You're rubbing on my genie hurry up and make a wish
Quenched that thirst my bag is burst watch out for all my
Flies trying to break in to my eyes like little rymes
Of hatred trying to squeeze inside all these precious lines
I see across to the hills and the bridge that wears the sun
I remember how I feel when I know you're going to come
Running up the stairway and through the front door
Cook us dinner then we burst, take pictures on the floor
Remember when I sing my songs that opposites attract
That's why these shavings of despair come zooming to my heart
For he is gold and magnet-red and beacon and a light
I take these flies and pick them off and catalogue the night
So put it in your eyes any way that you like
I say the words and feel your heart when I lie awake at night
I know sometimes I'm moody and you have to wear kid-gloves
I'm trying hard to better myself I'm trying to rise above
So I tried to write a song without a swear word or a slight
At myself or another at my mother at my bride
I almost got accosted by the good old negative
And even when I'm screaming love I'm swearing that it is
Shouldn't I just admit it that I've lost the race to lose
Break the record in it's track and stop being confused
A friend to my failures and a friend to myself
Is what I'll be when I've fixed the roof and everything else
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Bruce Middleton
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