Stokeswood - Stop By Lyrics
I’ve been kicking little thoughts inside my headAre any of them getting me anywhere?Any of them getting me anywhere?A slave to repetition and circumstance(From my heart to my hand, A cold reach for your warm skin)With a Twain-like witAnd a cat-like grinPerpetually pulling me inYou're wearing worry on your face againAnd it’s not like you to be so obvious(From my heart to my hand, A cold reach for your warm skin)Stop by come on up and see meI’ll be doing fineI’ll be doing fineThere will come a dayWhen I can’t do this anymoreAnd it’s hard to climb the stairs to your backdoorThere will come a timeWhen it will all go wrong in your lifeAnd you need to get moreNeed to get more