Rob Fairley - Automatic
Sun shining on my backRaining on my mind
Colours folding into shape
Your love folding into mine
It may feel automatic
The way that it goes down
But it ain't static
I can count the times
I knew what to say
Words failing me as often
As night turns into day
It may feel automatic
The way that it goes down
But it ain't static
So I cut it down
Keep it short and true
Will you hear me this time, I'm calling now
What else can I do
It may feel automatic
The way that it goes down
But it ain't static
Written by:
Rob Fairley
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