Got a pocketful of loose change and a ticket for the next game
I'd take you but you don't talk much
Hiding behind your name

Wouldn't see you in a small crowd
Don't know what it is that I've found
You're bigger than I ever am
Funny how things turn out

Some say that you are a future bride
I've seen for myself that they are right
Whenever you play those 45s something comes alive

Caught a shadow at your window
Can't imagine you in stage clothes and fairy lights
Singing like the stars you seem to know

Can I listen in your bedroom
See the pictures that enchant you
In time
Alone
You let go
It's just the way you choose

Some say that you are a future bride
I've seen for myself that they are right
Whenever you play those 45s something comes alive

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Writer(s): Carey Willetts, Joel Pott, Steven Roberts, Timothy Wanstall