After working with the strings on a few of the tracks (Wasting Time, Compassion for Pride), I threw together this arrangement at the last minute to see if it would fly. It became one of my favourite touches on the album. Kudos to my violinists, Angela Morris, Ben Plotnick and Laura Bates
lyrics
Could you believe I'm sorry for, being myself again
Cause all it seems to mean to me, is saying the wrong thing
When you turn to look at me, I turn to stone but melt inside
Have you ever felt it that, what you wish you could share is what you need to hide
Oh, I know, this could all be living in my head
But then you looked at me, there's something I should have said
Oh no, I'll turn away believe what I always have
That I'm just a little boy reaching for the brightest star over my head
Told her I would be her friend, in a way I believed it too
Funny how we make these plans, but rarely do things do what we expect them to
Believe me when I say, I tried to forget, to hide away the truth
But to me your honesty, is a beauty that I couldn't shake from you
Oh, I know, this could all be living in my head
But then you looked at me, there's something I should have said
Oh no, I'll turn away believe what I always have
That I'm just a little boy reaching for the brightest star over my head
So now I've passed this on to you, I wait for the axe to fall
I'll probably start to shy from you, what could you think of it all
Still when all's said and done, I feel I've made the choice I really should have made
Cause now this is an open wound, so it can start to heal and maybe start to fade