For a while you were the cat that got the cream So wide eyed and full of curiosity Oh, I wonder when it changed I thought we had it made Perhaps the cream was just too sweet For you to savour it For a while you saw the wood there for the trees So full of life and everything was such a breeze Oh, I wonder when it changed All your colours turned to grey Perhaps the trees they grew too big For you to really see You said: It's not you, it's me I'm scared of pulling you under I said: It's just a blip Put your head on my shoulder Contrary to the popular bеlief Boys can cry, does that servе as a relief? There's no use hiding it away Only hanging on good days Surely by now it's clear that I'll be here Through anything You said: It's not you, it's me I'm scared of pulling you under I said: It's just a blip Put your head on my shoulder It's just a blip Put your head on my shoulder For a while you saw The wood there for the trees For a while your pride It served as a relief For a while you were The cat that got the cream Perhaps the cream was just too sweet for you to savour it