two churches

Colin Vearncombe (black)

Born in nineteen sixty two
Born with eyes of a distant blue
Good luck charm was number one and playing on the radio
Now Iââ?¬â?¢m about ready to lose myself
Iââ?¬â?¢m about ready to kiss and tell,give up all that I think I know
Shed my skin and be ready to go through changes

Iââ?¬â?¢m in no rush you can take your time
Show me yours and Iââ?¬â?¢ll show you mine
Menââ?¬â?¢ll fuck mud and then call it love, a joke salami in a latex glove
More than a little mixed up when God begins to speak
Through changes
When I have to go before St Peter Iââ?¬â?¢ll knock on his neon door and say
Look at what came to be my journey
Between two churches

Itââ?¬â?¢s like I came to a fork in the road
Four roads running only one of them known
Fell to my knees as if I was pushed
Love may come but it wonââ?¬â?¢t be rushed by trying to run and stop from choosing
The changes
So when I have to go before St Peter Iââ?¬â?¢ll knock on his neon door and say
look at what came to be my journey
Between two churches