Halfway there (halfway there)
A shine of rainbows in her eyes
The universe resides inside my old guitar
(his guitar) My guitar
If I could write a song for you
I'd paint a picture free of blues
Seems so long ago
We spoke of the poets
And how you like naughty English boys.
Rooted Here (rooted there)
A head of high activity
Try to move a muscle and be free
(you'll be free) Yes indeed
I thought you were quite nice until you asked me
Was there anyone I really didn't like?
I hated a girl
‘Cause she stole my Spangles
We played in the churchyard on the hill
Don't worry my love
Don't worry at all
Coming down is alright
It's the way we fall
Don't worry my love
Don't worry at all
Coming down is alright
Enjoy the fall (halfway there)
Close your eyes (you'll be free)
Down we go
I'll be you parachute

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