We made it through another year
We had some wine and plenty of beer
Didn’t get pushed off course by too much
And we didn’t forget meaning of a touch
So shoot me with your big brown eyes
Shoot me down, down, down
I don’t mind being under your control
Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me
And colour lights up your eyes
And the music plays on our radio
Lets open up the door and let our new friends in
Forget all our troubles and just dance again
In a war zone we would love the same
Only better than ever until (and then) the ceasefire came
And if the snow falls and there’s ice in your soul
We can remember it all until we get old
There are lights in the trees and colour in your eyes
Your watching the world turn on its head
Lyric writing, making music and the creative process