March - Jeremy Warmsley

Should leave the house tonight, just to kill some time

Winter’s hanging over and it looks like rain

The death of hope is death, but close eyes take a breath

Feel the city thrum and realise

Clouds behind a face, perfect out of place

Walk towards the light it’s you

(Everything is possible) Don’t feel like myself, thank god!

(Everything is actual) Mistake me for someone else, thank god!

(Everything is real) And realise

Alive!

Don’t feel like myself, thank god!

Mistake me for someone else, thank god!

And realise