BRUSH A SHADOW.

Someone said to me you can’t let go

She’s your sanity your means to grow

But if that’s the case what can you do

Stand and face the agony or fall and say it’s through.

Someone in a crowd shouts “I agree”

Everyone turns round to see it’s me

No-one says sorry all give applause

I just want to hold her tight and that is my lost cause.

Brush a shadow with a dream

Cause tomorrow it has been

Brush a shadow with what’s true

Cause tomorrow it is new.

She was right for me and I for her

But it gradually became a war

Love has a wicked fist round my neck

Stand and face the agony and turn into a wreck.