MUSIC TO GROW UP TO

Tell myself there’s nothing left to prove
And nothing left means nothing left to lose
Like to think there’s somewhere left to go
But everywhere’s just city, sun or snow

Shine the bright light
Shine the night light

Try to send a message to myself
I’m not listening, I’m bad for my health
Stand up sound down put the drink away
I knew I’d sound just like my dad one day

Shine the bright light
Shine the night light

Go and see / Your skater boy
Young and lithe / Princess’s toy
There’s no hurt / No little scene
Cause really I’m just looking / For a queen

Mirror mirror mirror on the wall
Why the fuck don’t I look right at all
Something’s gone the reflection is all wrong
When’s the happy end to come along

Shine the bright light
Shine the night light

Go and see…

Written by and © Simon Hardeman