Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.
Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh, let's go back to the start.
Coldplay - Nobody said it easy
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.
James Blunt - Out of my mind