Sparks

Both your feet And all your money She must be good She must be funny She must be something To turn your head this way Soft as ash, you've been slipping through my fingers Gone like smoke, what i always thought would linger Well she must be good, to turn your head this way We're brought up to believe That what we have is what we keep What we have and what we wish for Can just vanish in our sleep And i don't know what to say All my hopes And all of my endeavours She must be smart She must be clever To turn your head To take you away from me I'm sorry now, but it's too late for it How long have you been gone, and how come i never saw it? Well, i only saw the sparks had left your eyes When you turned your head away We're brought up to believe In what we have and what we hold But you can go to sleep in someone's arms And wake up in the cold And i don't know what to say I just don't know what to say