Sunday Afternoon - How Good Is Your Game?

I must confess, by the way
The Earth does shake when you bruise
There's no one in, this world
That defines life's meaning quite like you
I will declare, before
You came and glued all these pieces to this board
These are precious moments in a springtime summers dew

You keep me grounded
In such a small frame
And I am dumbfounded
By how good is your game?
You got me hooked by the mouth
And tugged by the heart
Such a shame it took so long...

Yeah you get it, slow and steady it
Such a student to that smile
You make me feel like, I'm looking up
And all the while you're looking down
With outstretched hands, up to the sun
And with time to move along
These are precious moments in a springtime summers dew

You keep me grounded
In such a small frame
And I am dumbfounded
By how good is your game?
You got me hooked by the mouth
And tugged by the heart
Such a shame it took so long...

How good is your game?
How good is your game?
Yeah...
How good is your game?

Written by:
Mickey Lyons

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