Stories

Stories (Paul Brady)

I used to wonder if I could dance
When my friends said to take a chance
Maybe I’d sail across the floor
Into the arms of a new romance

Take the world in my loving arms
Turn it over with all my charms
Twist around and around and around by you
Say the things that you’d want me to

But I would always lose my nerve
As soon as I would reach you, girl
(or ‘reach you there’ if you’d prefer)
I felt my feet stuck to the ground
I could not make my move
I could not make my move

Chorus

Snowflakes that melt in the sun
Beautiful songs that will never be sung
These are the stories that follow the human race
Spirits that long to be free
Living in you, living in me
Living in lovers all over the universe
Over the universe

Margarita puts on her face
Dresses up in her mama’s lace
Takes a walk along Grafton Street
Steps inside of her favourite place

Sees the one that her heart knows only too well
Keeps her under a dark and an evil spell
But she don’t mind just as long as he holds in his hand
Her one way ticket to nowhere land

For when the evening shadows fall
Margarita won’t walk so tall
If she runs out of what she needs
To get through one more day
To face another day

Repeat Chorus

End