SOMETHING IN YOU
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
Some company man tips her a hundred bucks,
“My boss would like to meet you. Would you like to be in touch?”
The second week of work, she knew that it'd be rough, but
she didn't think this quickly, she didn't think that much.
Later on, I see her walking like a vision down the stair,
black ribbon dancing in her raven hair.
Dark, disturbed and lovely she don’t want to talk about it.
She's just 24, shit I think I love her.
Lately, I believe that love's the only thing can make your soul.
I believe that love is worth more than all this gold.
No, I don't know what this world's made of but there's something in you.
No, I don't know what this world's made of but there's something in you.
They go to church as we crawl to bed,
dawn turns the night blue red.
Here is meaning, here is hope,
you don't need a reason and you don't need no dope.
If everyone in the world had a girl like you
there would be no time for killing.
If everyone in the world had a girl like you,
I believe the Great Big Light would just come down and save everybody.
But just like that whatever that was is gone,
you don't want to be touched, we're sleeping with our clothes on.
There's something in you that don't want to love,
something in me that don't want to talk.
Something in us that doesn't want what's right,
something in here's gonna fuck this up.
But if I had my way in this wicked world,
I would figure out the way we could abide by each other, girl.
No, I don't know what this world's made of but there's something in you.
No, I don't know what this world's made of but there's something in you.
There’s something in you I love.
Copyright 1988, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
