Still Waters - Joan Armatrading

I can picture every detail of your face

As I close my eyes

And in that moment

In that liberating moment

I can wrap you in my arms

Without fears that this will end

But is it really just you and me?

And how deep still waters run

On the outside we seem ideal

But inside it’s not much fun

Like a new born I try to hold you

Try to protect you

Scroll through the hours

Scroll through the days and

Scroll the years and

Let’s choose the best times

Of this bittersweet love

I can see where we should part

And yet still inside my head

Is this illusion?

When you run across the room

And lift me up amongst the stars

In your arms we fly away

But when we fall back to earth we see

How deep still waters run

On the outside we seem ideal

But inside it’s not much fun

Like a new born I try to hold you

Try to protect you

Scroll through the hours

Scroll through the days and

Scroll the years and

Let’s choose the best times

Of this bittersweet love

Oh, it’s the silence that hurts more

More than the shouting and the times

When you walk out

Turn back, turn back

Turn back, turn back

Love never moves in straight lines

It bends, it winds

Seeds we planted

We must cultivate the soil

Not plow the surface of the roots

With our words that cause the hurt

That’s how out of touch we are

And how deep still waters run

On the outside we seem ideal

But inside it’s not much fun

Like a new born I try to hold you

Try to protect you

Scroll through the hours

Scroll through the days and

Scroll the years and

Let’s choose the best times

Of this bittersweet love

Of this bittersweet love