Lyrics
Theres a little boy, in a small house in a small town,
Don’t speak much and he’s never in the foreground,
He hangs back an he keeps to himself,
Sleeps with a shell from the sea that he keeps on his shelf,
Coz he likes how he feels the misty spray,
from the crystal waves as they drift away,
So he sits to gaze, sits amazed,
leavin earth on a short lived escape,
It’s the same when he looks at the sky,
Hooked in his mind, how the stars look when they shine,
Groups of the lights, how they like, shoot and insight
A look of desire that, looms in his eye,
An he wants to fly away, off to find a place,
Where the waves drift and theres lots of tidal spray,
only for a second or just a half,
Just enough time to touch the stars,
*hook*
He opens his eyes, one day older,
Sun rays warm but the air taste colder,
An that’s how he feels when he smiles polite
Nice an bright, But inside is ice,
An he carries on with his real side not seen,
The world goes round but his times on freeze,
An he only ever hears what might not be
Never telling anybody his life long dream,
July the fourteenth, an it’s warmin up,
San Francisco, California,
The mundane sound of a camera click,
As he smiles for his old mans, family trip
he laughs, but-only-really-to-hide what he’s feelin inside
As they go round seein the sights,
He has a comfortable-life but he’s grown to hate it,
As they start to walk up the golden gate bridge,
he looks down at the waves below
an the sparkle of light looks the same as snow,
An his family’s ahead, but he takes it slow,
coz he cant help thinking of that place he knows
He wants to go, an he cant stay apart,
When he’s so close he can almost taste the stars,
So he climbs right over the side an takes,
One step with his eyes closed, an he flies away,
*hook*
