I wrote ( or rather made up and memorised ) this little song on the way to and from a Fraktured Fingers rehearsal on Sunday. Monday’s job was finding the key to sing it and working out the chords. I’ve been tinkering with the words since then, but it feels like a delicate little song that might be ruined by too much arrangement. So I sat down today and just sang it into a mic. I might do a proper recording one day, I might not. I hope you like it anyway.
You know how some people tell you sincere
About Jesus and angels and how they feel them near
And how they find beauty in whatever they see
It’s only since I’ve known you
That it makes sense to me
I wondered why some people don’t travel far
I wondered what keeps them in the places they are
Why do some prisoners never try to break free
It’s only since I’ve known you
That it makes sense to me
All the bizarre things I’ve heard lovers say
Become crystal clear now I’m thinking that way
All the big claims that I’ve heard lovers make
I shrugged them off – that was my mistake
I was a doubter, a cynic, a bore
I used to sneer when they said there was more
When they said how profound and how sweet love could be
It’s only since I’ve known you
That it makes sense to me
(Norman Lamont 2012)