Kirsty Mcgee Contraband
Turn back the clock, give me my time,
Give it back to me, return what is mine.
What you store for me I cannot conceive
On my sleepless nights, you would not believe.
Out of my fingers, slipping through my hands
Like some bird with jeweled feathers
Like contraband.
Turn back the clock, give me my time,
Give it back to me, return what is mine.
Oh, love, what did you say?
Did you say you were staying or going away?
Oh, love, what did you mean?
Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
And I gave you my heart and it didn’t even sting
The song and the promise and the fines over ring.
What you stole from me I cannot conceive
I had you down for a lover, never for a thief.
Oh, love, what did you say?
Did you say you were staying or going away?
Oh, love, what did you mean?
Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
From a clamor of voices turn me round in the silence
Turn my body round sideways in the ice cold flow.
They say time will heal, but it’s flowing like water
Roll deep in the water like contraband.
Oh, love, what did you say?
Did you say you were staying or going away?
Oh, love, what did you mean?
Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
Oh, love, what did you say?
Did you say you were staying or going away?
Oh, love, what did you mean?
Do I read your words or the spaces between?
