Gemma Hayes This Is What You Do
My tired eyes are like lonely stars
Trying to find some order in the chaos
So I take a bus ride in the afternoon
You all so happy but me, I'm barely hanging on
This is what you do to me
This is what you do to me
Drag myself out onto the floor
Trying to find a little chaos in the order
Now I take a bus ride past your house every day
You never fully leave me but you, you never fully stay
This is what you do to me
This is what you do to me
My tired eyes are like lonely stars
Trying to find some order in the chaos
This is what you do
This is what you do to me
Come on smile, smile
Come on smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile
