From the recording Backbone
Lyrics
This would be a sunny day, but the clouds got in the way. This old world can be so mean, always something in between. I get the news about you now from the lips on someone else's mouth. Words are spoken. Songs are sung. Touch is still my mother tongue.
Hold my place inside your heart. One fine day, the clouds will part. I will hold your little hand, without the middleman.
This would be the perfect year, but the real world interfered. It's enough to make me scream, always something in between. It pains me how a pain of glass could part us now the way it has. When it cracks, we'll meet again, soul to soul, skin to skin.
Hold my place inside your heart. One fine day, the clouds will part. I will hold your little hand, without the middleman.
This would be a starry night, but the moon is shining bright. Constellations can't be seen. Always something in between. And so I throw some prayers to God. I've heard he's who will call the shots. Just in case they don't get through, I'm singing now, direct to you.
Hold my place inside your heart. One fine day, the clouds will part. I will hold your little hand, without the middleman.