Cowboys and Angels by George Micheal
Lyrics from: http://www.loglar.com/
When your heart's in someone else's hands
Monkey see and monkey do
Their wish is your command
You're not to blame
Everyone's the same
All you do is love and love is all you do
I should know by now, the way I fought for you
You're not to blame
Everyone's the same
I know you think that you're safe
Mister
Harmless deception
That keeps love at bay
It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss
Wouldn't you say?
Cowboys and angels
They all have the time for you
Why should I imagine
That I'd be a find for you
Why should I imagine
That I'd have something to say
But that scar on your face
That beautiful face of yours
In your heart there's a trace
Of someone before
When your heart's in someone else's plans
Things you say and things you do
They don't understand
It's such a shame
Always ends the same
You can call it love but I don't think it's true
You should know by now
I'm not the boy for you
You're not to blame
Always ends the same
I know you think that you're safe
Sister
Harmless affection
That keeps things this way
It's the ones who persist for the sake of a kiss
Who will pay
Cowboys and angels
They all take a shine to you
Why should I imagine that I was designed for you
Why should I believe
That you would stay
But that scar on your face
That beautiful face of yours
Don't you think that I know
They've hurt you before
Take this man to your bed
Maybe his hands will help you forget
Please be stronger than your past
The future may still give you a chance
Its been foggy and VERY cold lately. Since it is winter time it also gets dark early. Here is a shot of Bristol at 5:10 pm (taken on 21st November 2005).
Another night of getting smashed. Another SMS another empty promise another quest to go against the world.
Perhaps the hardest words I have heard are 'you deserve better'. They smash my heart into a thousand pieces. I just want to give up the fight. But something inside me lives on. It wants to fight on. It wants to lift its head above the waters that seek to drown it. It wants to rise in that final light... it wants to ascend!
But why!
Our dreams are our own... but how we behave is dictated by society. I just want to make sure that she knows how much I love her. Rest is all relative. Rest is not important. Rest is rubbish. My future is looking great. Why care about society. Why fight. Why take the tough road.
Why?
That is what I am about. Always out of phase. Always the outsider. Always the big question.
That is the truth between which I shall live and die.
