WHEN DAYLIGHT BREAKS ON ANGEL TOWN
I'M OUT OF HERE AND TEXAS BOUND
MY HEARST'S BECOME THIS BATTLEGROUND OF APPREHENSION
I'M SCARED TO DEATH OF LOSING YOU
I WISH TO HELL THIS TRIP WAS THROUGH
I NEED A PLACE TO FOCUS MY INTENTIONS
WHEN YOU COME IN THOUGHT AND YOU COME IN PRAYER
YOU COME TO ME WHEN I'M NOT THERE
YOU'RE EVERYTHING, YOU'RE EVERWHERE

LAST NIGHT A STRANGER IN MY ROOM
PLAYED "SOMETHING IN THE WAY SHE MOVES"
THEN WATCHED ME AS I SLOWLY FELL TO PIECES
SO I PLAYED THE SONGS I WROTE FOR US
I PLAYED THEM HARD AND FURIOUS
I PLAYED THE ONES THAT PUNCTURED ME THE DEEPEST
AND YOU CAME IN THOUGHT, YOU CAME IN PRAYER
YOU CAME TO ME, I WAS NOT THERE
YOU'RE EVERYTHING, YOU'RE EVERYWHERE

LIKE A HAWK PINNED IN A CROSSWIND
LIKE A DEER'S PLIGHT IN A HEADLIGHT
LIKE A SLOW SONG, WE FLOW ON AND ON
ON LIKE MERCURY

A THOUSAND MILES AWAY FROM HOME
I'M PINING FOR THAT COMFORT ZONE
I HEAR IT IN YOUR VOICE AND I BELIEVE IT
I BELIEVE IT

On the album “A Tiniest Wham” 2000
Iain Matthews / Michael Fracasso © 1999 Pure and Crooked Songs / Episode Sixteen Music / Bug Music