Todd Thibaud Finer Things
Isn't that the way it goes, just when everything seems clear
Someone opens up the holes, you watch the bottom disappear
And all the angels over me, they laugh about my common sense
Written down in magazines, this must be the finer things
Could it really come from God, every little twist of fate
Or is it just a random thought guiding every step I make?
And while we're lying in the dark, every touch is poetry
Let your love invade my dreams, this must be the finer things
Could it ever be better than this, could it ever be better than this, than this
I cannot remember you ever looking so serene
Maybe what inspires you could once again inspire me
And all the voices in my head, they sing to me of second chance
Lift me up on borrowed wings, this must be the finer things
The finer things, the finer things
