Lyrics Something To Somebody - Candyland

Something To Somebody

Here I stand, in Friday’s clothes
Monday morning and I haven’t been home
The smell of you stays on my hands
It’s time to get a day job
The money’s run out
Got some part time work
For a full time jerk?
Something to somebody
Something to somebody
Birds are wheeling high
Above your head
Going back to sea
Maybe I could be (something to somebody)
Now the storm has passed
Just drift away
It’s a dumb idea
It’s a great ideal to me (something to somebody)
And I tell lies for your protection
I see you, in the colours of a bruise
Fading from the skin but the hurt is tatooed
The way I care tears us apart
Somebody will take care of you
Of that something I’m certain
These lies stick fast, nothing else lasts
When every minute hangs, no one’s waiting on your call
Is that learning?
It doesn’t feel that way at all
Fell the wind blow, down the Portobello Road
Feeling unsteady on my own two feet again
And now I turn like a weather vane
Beg or cheat or borrow, the simplest things I follow
Some things weren’t meant to be, somebody’s not me
Something to somebody
Something to somebody
Birds are wheeling high…