Lyrics Seven Stories - Tom Howe, Sarah Whatmore, Sarah Whatmore, Tom Howe

Seven Stories

Tiptoe around you
Make that smile worth my while
Again is this the end of time
A stranger looked at me today
And now I turn my head
Is it easier for me to walk that way
And now I lose myself
'cos I don’t know who to be
Nothing’s what it seems
What if I told you I
was seven stories high
Would you even reach for me
Keep pulling me back
Pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it’s hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from youSo how do I make you?
Two hands up I admit
I’m still waiting for you
To open up and let me in
I’ll run your race to the end
I’ve got my running shoes on
Tell me where the start begins
And now I lose myself
'cos I don’t know where to be
Nothing’s what it seems
What if I told you Iwas seven stories high
Would you even, for me
Keep pulling me back
Pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it’s hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from you
So how do I make you?
'Cos you say what you say
And you do what you do
And that’s the last thing I would do
What if I told you I
was seven stories high
Would you even reach for me
Keep pulling me back
Pulling me back from
All the things we used to be
Moments gone too easily
Never know it’s hard to keep you
Pulling me back, pulling me back from you
So how do I make you?
If I can’t break through