Seven Stories - Tom Howe, Sarah Whatmore, Sarah Whatmore, Tom Howe

Tiptoe around you

Make that smile worth my while

Again is this the end of time

A stranger looked at me today

And now I turn my head

Is it easier for me to walk that way

And now I lose myself

'cos I don’t know who to be

Nothing’s what it seems

What if I told you I

was seven stories high

Would you even reach for me

Keep pulling me back

Pulling me back from

All the things we used to be

Moments gone too easily

Never know it’s hard to keep you

Pulling me back, pulling me back from youSo how do I make you?

Two hands up I admit

I’m still waiting for you

To open up and let me in

I’ll run your race to the end

I’ve got my running shoes on

Tell me where the start begins

And now I lose myself

'cos I don’t know where to be

Nothing’s what it seems

What if I told you Iwas seven stories high

Would you even, for me

Keep pulling me back

Pulling me back from

All the things we used to be

Moments gone too easily

Never know it’s hard to keep you

Pulling me back, pulling me back from you

So how do I make you?

'Cos you say what you say

And you do what you do

And that’s the last thing I would do

What if I told you I

was seven stories high

Would you even reach for me

Keep pulling me back

Pulling me back from

All the things we used to be

Moments gone too easily

Never know it’s hard to keep you

Pulling me back, pulling me back from you

So how do I make you?

If I can’t break through