Cradle
from What's-His-Name
Words and music by Bob Carr
Copyright 1995 Bar/None Records

Everybody's watching their clocks tonight
As if that really matters
Only thing that matters is you and me, right?
So why should I be scared
When I tell you the truth?
Will I have something to fear?
It's just it seems sometimes you left me nothing here

If I gave my heart to you
Would you end all my tomorrows?
Leave me cradling this day
If I gave my heart to you

Don't leave a brick standing there
Let a smoke cloud mark the grave of this town
And I've been waiting far too long
For you to let me down
Take me up instead
Take me up in air
Take me up with you
Take me up
Let me see it all, timeless, and beautiful

If I gave my heart to you
Would you end all my tomorrows?
Leave me cradling this day
If I gave my heart to you

Tear it down, now
Tear down the ceilings
Tear down the walls
That breathe your fire
Scorch all but the souls
Cause there's a wrench in my hands
And it's good for nothing anymore
There's a hammer in my hands
And it's good for nothing, good for nothing

If I gave my heart to you
Would you end all my tomorrows?
Leave me cradling this day
If I gave my heart to you


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