Like the new blood at the slaughter
I've been dying to get out here for a long time now
And I can't for the life of me
Think of any place I'd rather be
When I sing this song
I feel inside of me
Words just a breath away from my hand
Breaking into tiny pieces
And we will not take a shot at you for flying
If one day I can get that break I'm running after
I'll be moved just like the pawn before the queen
It's who you know, you know
It's that tough, it's a touch of class
And it might, it might not even last
But baby let me ride it to the bitter end
(let me ride it, let me ride it)
Words just a breath away from my hand
Breaking into tiny pieces
And we will not take a shot at you for flying
And I, I see blue
When I lie down and think of you
Ah, when we sing I'm, I'm already there
I'm already there...
When we sing,
Words just a breath away from my hand
Breaking into tiny pieces
And we will not take a shot at you for flying
Words just a breath away from my hand
Breaking into tiny pieces
And we will not take a shot at you for flying
© Sharon O'Neill 1980
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