Sarah Whatmore & Tom Howe - Seven Stories

Tiptoe around you
Make that smile worth my while
Again is this the end of time

A stranger looked at me today
And now I turn my head
Is it easier for me to walk that way?

And now I lose myself
‘Cos I don't know who to be
Nothing's what it seems

What if I told you I
Was seven stories high?
Would you even reach for me?
Keep pulling me back, pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it's hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from you

So how do I make you?

Two hands up, I admit
I'm still waiting for you
To open up and let me in

I'll run your race to the end
I've got my running shoes on
Tell me where the start begins

And now I lose myself
‘Cos I don't know where to be
Nothing's what it seems

What if I told you I
Was seven stories high?
Would you even reach for me?
Keep pulling me back, pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it's hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from you

So how do I make you?

‘Cos you say what you say
And you do what you do
And that's the last thing I would do

What if I told you I
Was seven stories high?
Would you even reach for me?
Keep pulling me back, pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it's hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from you

So how do I make you?
If I can't break through