Ben Christophers - Losing Myself lyrics

rate me

The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill

Today's the day to remember always

It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be

And I hear the church bells over the city

As if by magic you and me were there again

Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you

Someone's playing music

And it's swimming from that window sill

We stood there listening

But I was thinking more about holding your hand

What does it all come down to

I'm losing myself

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind

I'm doing it my way

I'm doing it my way

The record player plays a lost soul for everyone

And all the sirens fill the dead street thrillers

Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news

And I heard the church bells over the city

And I said

Are you shading in my mind?

What does it all come down to

I'm losing myself

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind

I'm doing it my way

I'm doing it my way