Something To Somebody - Candyland

Here I stand, in Friday’s clothes

Monday morning and I haven’t been home

The smell of you stays on my hands

It’s time to get a day job

The money’s run out

Got some part time work

For a full time jerk?

Something to somebody

Something to somebody

Birds are wheeling high

Above your head

Going back to sea

Maybe I could be (something to somebody)

Now the storm has passed

Just drift away

It’s a dumb idea

It’s a great ideal to me (something to somebody)

And I tell lies for your protection

I see you, in the colours of a bruise

Fading from the skin but the hurt is tatooed

The way I care tears us apart

Somebody will take care of you

Of that something I’m certain

These lies stick fast, nothing else lasts

When every minute hangs, no one’s waiting on your call

Is that learning?

It doesn’t feel that way at all

Fell the wind blow, down the Portobello Road

Feeling unsteady on my own two feet again

And now I turn like a weather vane

Beg or cheat or borrow, the simplest things I follow

Some things weren’t meant to be, somebody’s not me

Something to somebody

Something to somebody

Birds are wheeling high…