Write More Songs (feat. Zoe Fox)

Your voice when you sing

Is the beating wing

Of the bird as it wakes in the morning

Just a slight rush of air

That's always been there

In this world full of hurt and noise

For some folks are out

To promote and shout

Every little thing that they're feeling

But you make subtlety an art

Even your own heartbeat

Eludes all the doctors toys

But it races when you're all alone on the stage

And the lights are all blinding stars

You'll never grow old

While I am here to hold

My hands round the candle that glows in your soul

A ribbon of silk

could un-curdle milk

Comes out when you're performing

But it's much better heard

Wrapped round your own words

So I wish you would write more songs