Over The Handle Bars

Close the window, sit down and talk, see only with the light from the cracks in the door that we closed to be alone, to escape from the smoke outside the room. Breathing used to be easy.

Now my fingers press these strings, it hurts to strum, to sing, to breathe when you're not in the room to brighten my mood with your touch, did you know last night I was crazy in love? It's you, it's always been you my little one. (It's only ever you.)

Just the other night, sitting up late with my friends watching "the O.C", I thought we could be just like kee kee and Sandy when we move in together, staying young forever you'll see...

I'll make you laugh, I'll make you cry, I'll make you scream from time to time, I'll make you smile, I'll make you fly, I'll kiss your head when you get tired, all because I came to you that night.

Close the window, sit down and talk, see only with the light from the cracks in the door that we closed to be alone, to escape from the smoke outside the room. Breathing used to be easy...it used to be easy alone, over the handle bars I go.

Written by Chris Yeoman