Lyric Sparks Might Fly
I cannot stop this child from touching me
I see not fault in watching her bloom
She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
Yet I feel she may be consumed.
She done turns on the B stage
She shook hands when the shoe fit
I wanna know how the land lies
I ll let you in on a secret.
I did not steal away when love rode by
I did not let myself be unkind
It s so heard to say where love meets lust
I often think I m losing my mind.
I trade notes with the press league
They send back their suggestions
I wanna know where I come from
But all I get are directions.
Chorus
I can t get started, can t get pain
What s wrong?
Big ideas, the find intentions
They re all gone
It takes two flagons of courage
Pounds, shillings and pence
You wind up going nowhere
It doesn t make sense.
I see my brother s face grow dark with care
I spend my time avoiding his gaze
I pray that God might make his dreams come true
I d give so much to feel he s been saved.
A bright spark in the playground
Dead loss as an anchor
You don t call him a misfit
He s just stuck for an answer.
Chorus (2)
I see not fault in watching her bloom
She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
Yet I feel she may be consumed.
She done turns on the B stage
She shook hands when the shoe fit
I wanna know how the land lies
I ll let you in on a secret.
I did not steal away when love rode by
I did not let myself be unkind
It s so heard to say where love meets lust
I often think I m losing my mind.
I trade notes with the press league
They send back their suggestions
I wanna know where I come from
But all I get are directions.
Chorus
I can t get started, can t get pain
What s wrong?
Big ideas, the find intentions
They re all gone
It takes two flagons of courage
Pounds, shillings and pence
You wind up going nowhere
It doesn t make sense.
I see my brother s face grow dark with care
I spend my time avoiding his gaze
I pray that God might make his dreams come true
I d give so much to feel he s been saved.
A bright spark in the playground
Dead loss as an anchor
You don t call him a misfit
He s just stuck for an answer.
Chorus (2)