You Come To Me
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Time is a turning point
For many men missing their mouths
Focus on the ashes
Of the arrows headed south
Living on the shoreline
Doesn’t apply to everyone
Apples covered in syrup
Climbing the stairs back up to the sun
Statues crumbling down
Over the edge of your hometown
The melancholy clown
Is now painting his blue face brown
Mountains of denial
As a result of your cheating ghost
Fairies made of raindrops
You always were such a gracious host
I can see the rainbow
Sleeping deep in your silhouette
Smiles flood the river
Where my secret heart is kept
Your eyes make me nervous
Your smile could light the sun
People keep saying to go for you
But I’m just not the one
Copyright 2009 Joe Dickinson