Silver Lining - Polly Scattergood

I drew a heart shape on your wall

And I tried to fill the gaps

The soundscape from your bedroom window

Was blues and greys and blacks

The skyline was a perfect circle

I don’t believe in luck

All good little psychos get to heaven

In broken china cups

Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god

How do you measure the silver lining

When your body is truck by lightning

Half way up the walls I’m climbing

How do you measure the silver lining

I feel no pain

I feel no pain

This is no pain

Only the wildest flowers grow

Upon the deepest scars

If you start off in the dirt

You can always look up at the stars

But the dirt it tastes like broken hearts

And it smells like trampled dreams

And it feels like every low

Love in the mist between the scenes

How do you measure the silver lining

When your body is truck by lightning

Half way up the walls I’m climbing

How do you measure the silver lining

How do you measure the silver lining

(I feel no pain)

When your body is truck by lightning

(I feel no pain)

Half way up the walls I’m climbing

(This is no pain)

How do you measure the silver lining

How do you measure the silver lining

When your body is truck by lightning

Half way up the walls I’m climbing

How do you measure the silver lining

How do you measure the silver lining

Half way up the walls I’m climbing

I feel no pain

I feel no pain

This is no pain

I feel no pain

I feel no pain

This is no pain

The beauty of a free spirit

Is that you cannot catch them easily

And sometimes when you do

They just melt away

No one really notices when they go

Because they were never really there

They just destroy themselves in a whirlwind

Of somethings and nothings

They are the silence in a room

They are this void inside my heart

They are the love I feel for you