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Insight
03:29
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I couldn't stop admiring your look
As you were chilling with friends as sexy as
I imagined flirting as you smile
I imagined getting your mobile
My mates brought me back to the ground
Reminding me it was my turn to get in a round in
So, I nodded, made my way to the bar
I didn't have the guts to ask who you are
Looking down, I thought why do I care?
Oh my god, get a grip, there's no way in there
I couldn't see inside your head
I couldn't see inside your heart
Was the timing right?
I had no insight!
My mates asked me what was on my mind
I just smiled at them shyly, no words could I find
Just one more sly glance before my daydream dies
And at that moment you looked up and we locked eyes
Looking down, you smiled and touched your hair
Oh my god, could this be real, could I be in there?
I couldn't see inside your head
I couldn't see inside your heart
Was the timing right?
I had no insight!
I've got to do this or I'll go mad
And calmly I walked over to where you were sat
"My mates want to buy you all drinks," I said,
"But not you, I would like that pleasure instead"
So, I held out my hand
I felt my heart pound
As you rose from your seat
I felt our eyes meet
Our gaze locked, you smiled and touched your hair
Oh my god, this is real, I'm really in there
I can see inside your head
I can see inside your heart
The timing is right.
Insight!
I can see inside your head
I can see inside your heart
Is the timing right?
Insight!
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2. |
Sight for Sore Eyes I
03:37
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I wondered if I was always going to be alone;
A lover less life of lonely nights, maybe just a few one-night stands.
But they don’t count; it’s like using my hand,
Because when my eyes are closed, I know, it’s not love.
Imagine my surprise when you changed my life –
Such a lovely sight for sore eyes.
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Your Smile
04:00
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I’ve got a tiny photograph of you taken a few years ago.
It’s fixed in my mind as a monument to your terrific one-woman show.
You’re wearing your favourite clothing and your hair is just freshly curled,
But the one thing that shines alight is the most beautiful smile in the world.
I find it hard when I see you sad, it’s even worse when you cry,
But there’s nothing can take your beauty away from you any time.
I love to see you happy, and if you should ask me why,
I’ll say, “Upon the world’s most beautiful face is the world’s most beautiful smile.”
When I see your smile, I can't look away
And everything else just fades away.
I sealed your smile upon my mind
Like a magic spell that can't unbind,
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
People are noticed for many things; the fashionable clothes they wear
Or even the way they hold their head, and how they do their hair.
But in any gathering in any place in the world,
Heads would turn and notice that you, my dear, have the most beautiful smile in the world.
When I see your smile, I can't look away
And everything else just fades away.
I sealed your smile upon my mind
Like a magic spell that can't unbind,
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
How could my heart resist your bewitching magical style?
How could my soul not fall in love with your beautiful smile?
When I see your smile, I can't look away
And everything else just fades away.
I sealed your smile upon my mind
Like a magic spell that can't unbind,
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
So, when I close my eyes
I see your smile
See your smile
When I close my eyes, I see your smile
See your smile
When I close my eyes, I see your smile
I close my eyes, I see your smile
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4. |
Sight for Sore Eyes II
02:10
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I wonder if I will ever be this happy again;
Everything feels like destiny, maybe I’m just high on your smile.
Each moment counts; so precious is our time,
Because when my eyes are closed, I know, I’m in love.
I feel so alive seeing your sleeping eyes –
Such a lovely sight for sore eyes.
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5. |
Vision
05:54
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Life’s like that, things happen, but then again, things don’t.
It’s a jumble of what falls right and what falls wrong.
Such is life.
Love’s like that, you fall in it, but then again, you don’t.
It’s a jumble of what feels right and what feels wrong.
Such is love.
I close my eyes; I travel to another place,
Where my closed eyes gaze upon a beautiful face.
She’s so beautiful (I know her)
She’s so beautiful (I’ve caressed her)
She’s so beautiful (I’ve kissed her)
She’s so beautiful (I love her)
I open my eyes; I stare at my reality.
It’s not paradise; it’s a shattered dream.
She’s so beautiful (I love her)
She’s so beautiful (I misunderstood her)
She’s so beautiful (I never knew her)
She’s so beautiful (I miss her)
I open my eyes; I see her stare back at me.
I realise she still feels for me.
I want to be there in the night looking into your sleeping eyes,
Seeing into your dreams, we’re hand in hand in paradise.
I want to be there in the night looking into your sleeping eyes,
Just being there with you.
Just being there with you.
I close my eyes; I see you smile.
I open my eyes; I can’t see you.
I open my eyes; it’s dark around me
Sleeping eyes; nowhere to be seen.
I want to be there in the night looking into your sleeping eyes,
Seeing into your dreams, we’re hand in hand in paradise.
I want to be there in the night looking into your sleeping eyes,
Just being there with you.
Just being there with you.
Life’s like that, dreams happen, but then again, dreams don’t.
It’s a jumble of what comes true and what does not.
Such is life.
Love’s like that, you need it, but then again, you don’t.
It’s a jumble of what comes true and what’s destroyed.
Such is love.
One day I’ll be there in the night, and I’ll see your sleeping eyes,
I’ll see us in your dreams in love in paradise.
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6. |
Sight for Sore Eyes III
02:40
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I wonder if I am ever going to stop crying.
Just feeling sorry for myself, or maybe it’s natural to mourn.
A phase of hate, it’s like I shouldn’t have been born,
Because when my eyes are closed, I know, I’m alone.
How many more times! Every time I see you, I cry –
A sight for sore eyes.
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7. |
Loving Tears
05:09
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As I walk round in my circle, just living day to day,
All I can do is think about is you.
As I lie on my bed,
I’ve just got my thoughts, and all I seem to think about is you.
I’ve got no life anymore,
Just a past and that’s all, filled with pictures and memories of you.
I'm looking at that life of mine, and I can see, it's now clear
That I pushed you away bored by my beta fears
I’m looking at that photo of you, but I can’t see, it’s not clear.
My vision has been blurred through my loving tears.
As I lie on my bed,
A restless insomniac in a bed feeling so empty without you.
I’ve got no dreams anymore,
I’m just passing time, time that seems so empty without you.
I'm looking at that life of mine, and I can see, it's now clear
That I've cried enough, and now I need my life to change gear
I’m looking at that photo of you, but I can’t see, it’s not clear.
My vision is still blurred through my loving tears.
I’ve got to sit and think it out,
I’ve got to cry and let it out,
And when this is done, I’ll do my revision
I’ve got to walk and run it out,
I’ve got to shower and wash her out
And when this is done, I’ll learn my lesson
I’ve got to live and let her go,
I’ve got to rub my eyes, shake my head, stamp my feet, and let her go,
And when this is done, I can move on.
I'm looking at that life of mine, and I can see, it's now clear
Life's for living, and I've got so much ahead of me
I’m looking at that photo of you, but I can see, it’s now clear
I'm a better man because of my loving tears.
As I walk round in my circle, just living day to day,
From time to time, but not often, I think about you.
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8. |
Sight for Sore Eyes IV
03:37
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I wondered how long it would take to get over you,
An Everest in my life, maybe my greatest conquest,
An adventure that is now laid to rest,
Because when my eyes are closed, I know, I dream.
It’s late into the night, and as I look in a mirror, oh my
I’m a sight for sore eyes.
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9. |
Hindsight
04:34
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As I look back, I wouldn't do it any different if I could do it all again.
Maybe I'd have taken an umbrella if I knew it was going to rain,
Or maybe that was when I discovered friends who made my day less grey.
So, as I look back, I wouldn't do it any different if I could do it all again.
Maybe I wouldn't have opened my eyes if I knew it would drive me insane,
Or maybe it was waking myself up was enough to stop me from being a slave.
So, as I look back, I wouldn't do it any different if I could do it all again.
Maybe I wouldn't have fallen in love if I knew my heart would break,
Or maybe through the healing of my wounds I found my true soul mate.
So, as I look back, I wouldn't do it any different if I could do it all again.
I'd do it just the same.
In every single way,
I'd do it just the same.
Maybe I would have chosen a different path if I knew I'd make such mistakes,
Or maybe life is all about making the most of the path you take.
So, as I look back, I wouldn't do it any different if I could do it all again.
I'd do it just the same.
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4orm Manchester, UK
Our present is an infinitesimal moment that lasts a lifetime.
In that moment we experience all our
relationships as our future unfolds beneath us becoming our past.
And our relationships define who we are.
Learning from our past moments helps us make the most of our relationships giving us the chance to become who we want to be.
This is the motivation for 4orm.
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