Future Bride - David Gray

Lyrics by：David Gray

Composed by：David Gray/Ben De Vries/Mike Smith

Produced by：David Gray/Ben De Vries

So I ran but still arrived too late

Pushed by duty pulled by fate

Heart's fixings strained to take the weight

Of what had been so long denied

The future bride

Great current swept me out to sea

Firm footings fell away from me

Well I was drowning in my own sincerity

Dreaming she'd pluck me from the tide

The future bride

Training our optics

On the faintest of objects

Weighing our prospects

Concerning all aspects

Changing up tactics

When she's up to her old tricks

Making up stories that don't scan at all

So some to fire and some to dust

And some to everything that must

And back up the hill like Sisyphus

Towards that quickening of the light

The future bride yeah

Training our optics

On the faintest of objects

Weighing our prospects

Concerning all aspects

Changing our tactics

When she's up to her old tricks

Making up stories that don't scan at all

Some say that hope is just a bluff

Like candlelight to draw the moth

That our best is never good enough

But one look tells me she don't buy it

The future bride yeah

Between Pegasus and Cassiopeia

More stars than trees in Canada

And amidst them pale Andromeda

With her arms stretched open wide

The future bride