Losing Myself Lyrics - Ben Christophers

The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill 

Today's the day to remember always 

It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be 

And I hear the church bells over the city 

As if by magic you and me were there again 

Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you 

Someone's playing music 

And it's swimming from that window sill 

We stood there listening 

But I was thinking more about holding your hand 

What does it all come down to 

I'm losing myself 

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind 

I'm doing it my way 

I'm doing it my way 

The record player plays a lost soul for everyone 

And all the sirens fill the dead street thrillers 

Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news 

And I heard the church bells over the city 

And I said 

Are you shading in my mind? 

What does it all come down to 

I'm losing myself 

There's scissors for voodoo in my mind 

I'm doing it my way 

I'm doing it my way