Smile - Oliver Daldry

I invite you over for a bottle of wine

The right type of hope I won't get you any other kind

It was the best I could find

Now we shouting over talking once you cut me some slack

I know you feel I walking

This the best I can act for now

Why don't you

Why don't you show me that smile

Now I bent over back try to make things right

I think you'd do the same but I'm not too sure tonight

How can I make things right

Well everything seems fine whilst were in the car

You're showing me your roses on your unseen scars tonight

I take your hand

And tell you I'm so scared

I said that I am scared about

I'm supposed to be brave

I don't think I'm strong enough

When you take my hand

Oh oh you make me smile

Here we are sweet dreams and magazines

You got me praying to the lord

Then you wore black screens and nod to me

But your fingers holding thoughts

Oh let me hold you

Let me hold you

Let me hold

Cause you make me smile

It's in your eyes now now now

It's how you make me smile