All lyrics written by Mark West (C)MJW 2000
I don't want to be a spectator
When all your life is stripped away the gap that's left won't close again, 'cos nothing else seems big enough to fit it. To turn away - impossible - try thinking of another day, when everything your mind can see's her image. Uncertainty still holds the day, some scattering of things to say, but nothing can express the words you need to say, so tell me, I don't wanna be spectating on a life that should be mine, you can see how scared this makes me, holding you I wanna cry. I don't feel like I can talk to you, the tensioned undertones. I can't do this any longer, please let me know. When all your life is stripped away the gap that's left won't close again, don't want it to close up, but her refill it... Uncertainty still holds the day, some scattering of things to say, but nothing can express the words you need to say, so tell me, I don't wanna be spectating on a life that should be mine.
No it wasn't, love at first sight. It didn't strike me, until I had that dream last night. We were sitting, side by side, slowly closer until your shoulder was resting on my chest. Then I felt us holding hands, lightly first then gripping tighter so that I'd not move away. We didn't kiss... The dream ended like this, with us happy, as if we'd started something that might stay. And then today, I woke and in my half-sleep wondered if my dream was true, if I'd dreamt a dream that you were dreaming too.
The Price of a Stamp
I only just met you, we'd never spoken before, and I know that I love you, now we've parted once more. I said I'd send you a photo, it wouldn't cost me much, and that is all I can do now, just try to keep in touch. I never told you I loved you, I'll never see you again, and all I have is your address, written with your pen. Had just one more look behind me, as I boarded the plane, my hand gripping tight the paper, where you wrote me your name. Now I'm home back in England, back with the life that I know, and it's now that I miss you, wish I'd never had to go. Soon you're flying back to Ireland, you're past a different sea, and I can still see your face now, as it smiled at me. That night I should have told you, I should have let you know, and, then I wasted the moment, and now I've had to go. I never told you I loved you, I'll never see you again, and all I have is your address, written with your pen. I never told you I loved you, I'll never see you again, and all I have is your address... please write back to me then.
The winds are cold, the rain is misty. Streetlights cast their orange glow. Let your hand slip down, warm, into my hand. Windbreaks on the glistening road. Pause and turn to face each other, neon reflects in your eyes, tell me what you're trying to hide. The wind stays cold, we're moving slowly. Neither wants to voice out fears. Kissing down, beside the railway. Tension never disappears. This is the way our lives are going, summer should have stayed, tell me what you're trying to hide.
No more room
There's no more room in my life for this, no more space for goodbyes, no more people missed.
Everything's just hunky dory, the world's an amazing place. I may be tired, but I'm still happy, I'm staying in this race. Things on my mind, things I've to be, I won't let them bother me. Through aching eyes I view the world, I'm so amazed at what I see. The world's so real, it's actually there, I could visit anytime. I'll spread my arms, I'll squeeze this hill, and have the whole world then as mine. It's a sunny day and I'm thinking of you, the jobs I have to do can't obscure my view. The world's so large and incredibly complex, I'll fly out this window and become a part of it... The routines of life can't tie me down, if I keep in my mind the view I have now. I'm sitting in lessons but I'm doing no work, I'm happy resting and watching the view. On this hill in the sun even the polluting smoke looks pretty as it moves in slow-motion. Ten more minutes to go and then I'll see you again, I'm not scared, I won't care what I'm saying. Don't ignore me, I need you to keep my day bright, and the world have a purpose and meaning.
Nothing (Almost Lost Again)
Nothing that is moving, everything that's sad, All the things that never were to be. Sometimes in the morning, I see shilloettes of sun, that make the rain just possible to bear. I see heavy sun, while resting in a field I lay, the time don't matter anyway. Only us and everyone. Feel your warmth beside me now, everything's just soaked up by my mind OK, it looks like you're the one. Everything slows down now, and the time goes by more slowly when you're here. Talking quietly, 'Cos my lips are so much closer to your ear. Knowing that by morning, I won't get this memory from my head. Tell me what you're thinking - Think back on all the things I should have said. Belief is lack of knowledge, and knowing doesn't always bring belief. The torture of temptation, when finding out can leave you quite berift. A vivid summer memory can surface when you think everything's wrong. To recall it, satisfaction. To re-live it can't do justice to what's gone.
Man in a Suit
Trapped with a briefcase, and nowhere safe to run. Trapped in suits, well polished boots, entombed within a company car, and I don't even want to think about who'd care if I was dead, another photo of the family cleaned from impure-air, office, open- planning how I'd free myself, vanish into the night, leave the world, escape by plane into another future for me, lives spent working wind away to futures possible, let me float away, escape this gravity's pull. Maybe I just think too hard about where I want to be, but wasting life in a corporate ciche seems so not what I want for me, and I couldn't even think about who'd care if I was dead, too late then to make a difference, too late then to try achieve something worth- while away my life pursuing money and fast cars, while away my health pursuing deadlines, stress-related illness waste- the summer days in front of monitors and phones. A faceless man that no-one really knows.
Trying To Listen
There's things I've never said to you, but tell me where to start... How can I explain to you the thoughts in my head, when I'm still chasing them through the dark? I sometimes feel that I almost understand, this purpose, meaning, just out of reach of my mind. So tell me is there something wrong? Is this too unreal for you? There's too much of me that I keep from view, there's a reason for me, I'll be no 'man in a suit'. I try to explain what I don't know myself, but I can't make you see, 'cos it's not you that lives it. Don't blame me if I seem I'm just bluffing through, like everything will work out, but that's not always true. I need to know why I believe this, I want you to too. Is there something wrong? I don't ever want to loose it again. Is there something wrong? I'm trying to listen... I'm trying to listen. There's something it's true... I just can't explain it to you.
Daydream, to fall asleep, with you touching me. All is peace. I feel your feather breath, your hand touches my own. Won't you see? Won't you learn? But tell me something you see, in your dream. Sleep now my love, rest silently, for in the morning we'll wake, and all will be well. Nothing to speak. Nothing to tell.
Lyrics to Amber tracks can be found on the Amber web site.