Texty: Beth Orton. Comfort of Strangers. Shopping Trolley.

I've been reeling home
A broken shopping trolley wheels on the wrong
How come wisdom came on strong
But it's too late to be done

Words are but dust of stars when they collide
I get lost in the sparks
Explode into the dark
And move like light on the sea

I think I'm gonna cry
But I'm gonna laugh about it all in time
I know I'm gonna cry
But I'm gonna laugh about it all in time, all in time

My head's hanging so low, I'm kicking it
When I walk down the road
And all your words explode
Employ the search light to see

I think I'm gonna cry
But I'm gonna laugh about it all in time
I know I'm gonna cry
But I'm gonna laugh about this all in time, all in time

Takes me unaware
All the magic that hides inside your stares
Always one more peak to climb
It really seems there is no finishing line

I think I'm gonna cry
And I'm gonna laugh about it all in time
I know I'm gonna cry
But I'm gonna laugh about it all in time, all in time
All in time, all in time, all in time, all in time