Lyrics: Laura Bradshaw
Music: Laura Bradshaw
I wondered why you didn’t ask me more
But I’d hate for you to dwell upon the details
When people grow I find it hard to feel secure
Am I going the wrong way? And am I headed there alone?
And I can’t find the answers for myself
It’s easier to help somebody else
Good God, please
Good God, be kind to me
I wrote two notes – one what I did, one what you knew
To help me to decide which one to give you
Little secrets kept within pale yellow lines
Little secrets of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine
And I can’t find the answers for myself
It’s easier to help somebody else
Good God, please
Good God, hold hope for me
Good God, please
Good God, be warm to me
Be warm to me
When I am cold
Cold
And I can’t find the answers for myself
It’s easier to help somebody else