Here It Comes Again - Tracey Thorn

Sometimes it’s so close

Sometimes you almost can

Touch it with your fingers

And hold it in your hands

It shines like silver

It falls on you like rain

But you close your hands on air

And there it goes again

Your mother’s blue

And your father too

It’s in the family

So where does that leave you?

Your eyes are open

Your hands are bruised

Your wings are broken

So what is there to lose?

And the sun coming through the trees

Is much prettier than

The glare of the light on the sea

And the sun coming through the rain

Is more precious than gold

And here it comes again

Here it comes again

Here it comes again