I could lose myself I you I could let go of The things that keep me down at heal I could risk myself on you I could be parted With things that I hold
I got myself a fan, he follows me in a big blue van oh yeah, I must have hit the big time (so what do you do with his correspondence, hannah?) I
Close your eyes and count to ten I?ll be there when you open them Close your eyes and count two three Can you see mountains Can you see trees Can you
I?m running upstairs, Stepping on clouds Smiling yeah I?m smiling on the underground Sleeping like a baby, Giving off steam I?m woken up But I am still
Don?t be scared To just let it slide Swallow your pride When you?re coming undone Cos Its alright, Its Ok I?ll be your cotton wool And I?ll soak it all
