Ben Christophers Losing Myself Lyrics

Losing Myself Lyrics

The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill

Today's the day
to remember always

It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can
be

And I hear the church bells over the city



As if by magic
you and me were there again

Then I remembered how you smiled if I was
mocking you

Someone's playing music

And it's swimming from that
window sill

We stood there listening 

But I was thinking more about
holding your hand



What does it all come down to

I'm losing
myself

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind

I'm doing it my
way

I'm doing it my way



The record player plays a lost soul
for everyone 

And all the sirens fill the dead street thrillers

Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news

And I
heard the church bells over the city

And I said



Are you
shading in my mind?



What does it all come down to

I'm losing
myself

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind

I'm doing it my way

I'm doing it my way