Silly Thing
(Gus MacGregor)
Let's keep it to ourselves what we are really like
I think we may have pa**ed ourselves off
As being cool a couple of times
And don't tell anyone about our afternoons
The secret tea and kisses
As the city blurs around to reach the moon
Oh the moon...
Oh My silly thing
Oh the moon...
This is supposed to be a love song; a song to make you cry
To bring you a little closer
To the story of my life
But all the words are paper in the autumn wind
Blowing towards the winter
My silly little thing
Oh my silly thing...
Hmm...
Oh my silly thing...
With me the Charlie Chaplin of your City Lights
I'll press myself against you
As the candles glow and soothe us in the night
We'll wake to tell the story of another day
Some say it's too familiar
But I wouldn't want it any other way
Oh my silly thing...
Any other way...
Oh my silly thing...