Must try harder, to kiss her goodnight, cos sometimes the sleep is sweeter
You can wander and you may wonder how’d I get here, how’d we get here?
I’m a writer, not quite a fighter please return these thoughts to sender
We’re living we’re shifting the spotlights not on me, the pieces fitting in
And we’re fixing those pieces and as far as I can see, some pieces never fit perfectly
And by midnight, its flattering low light, we succumb in quiet surrender
We’re living we’re shifting the spotlights not on me, the pieces fitting in
And we’re fixing those pieces and as far as I can see, some pieces never fit perfectly
And we’re fixing those pieces and as far as I can see, some pieces never fit perfectly

Written by - Steven R Mayne