Top Songs By Chris Bullinger
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Chris Bullinger
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Chris Bullinger
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I told my love my brilliance was about to bubble over
She's seen me fat before like a goat out in the clover
She may be my strangest and by far my smartest lover
She knows when to hang around and when to run for cover
I'm the thirsty mob, I'm the rooster and I'm Peter
She's rolling out red carpet just in case I ever need her
I'm drowning in the deep end, she's floating in the shallows
She's picking pretty daisies near my feet beneath the gallows
I'm fighting revolutions in the leech-infested mud
She's painting pretty roses just as crimson as my blood
She doesn't try to change me, I'm the Judas to my Jesus
She rolls the stone away and comes back to collect
The pieces
Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die
Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why
She loves me when I laugh
And when I cry
Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly
I'm never quite contented, I never have repented
If I ever said I'm sorry I never really meant it
She's seen my eyes burn hot, she's seen my mind run cold
She knows that I am capable of spinning straw to gold
I'm generous at times, at others I am needy
I'll turn and walk away at the moment you most need me
I'm confident and humble, mysterious and true
I'll discontinue contact at the moment I need you
She's seen me in my eggshell build an ever-higher wall
Heard me laugh out loud at the landing as I fall
I'm hostile to my saviors, the Judas to my Jesus
She shoos away the king's men and comes back to collect
The pieces
Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die
Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why
She loves me when I laugh
And when I cry
Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly
She complements the patterns on my wrist while I am carving
She licks the sugar candy from her lips while I am starving
She disregards the danger, overlooks the hostile
Hanging on the cross I see myself as the apostle
I doubt things that are proven, I believe in things unseen
I mutter holy words that to others seem obscene
She nuzzles as I struggle with my greatest inner rival
She stretches up to kiss me as she tiptoes on the Bible
She says she reads about me in the words beyond its cover
As she searches for the verses about the strangest lover
I go through page by page and tear the Judas from the Jesus
She finds me thrown away and comes back to collect
The pieces
Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die
Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why
She loves me when I laugh
And when I cry
Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly
She doesn't try to change me, I'm the Judas to my Jesus
She rolls the stone away and comes back to collect
The pieces
Writer(s): Chris Bullinger
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