KT Tunstall's Acoustic Extravaganza

Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Desert wind, cool your aching head Weight of the world Drift away instead Oh, these days I hardly get by I don't even try There's a treacherous r

I am a pain in you're ass And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last Be my mirror, be my friend, Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spin Everyday, like a power station You know it isn't good I know you're burning too much wood Oh, and

I want you between me and the feeling I get When I miss you But everything here is telling me I should be fine So why is it so above as below That I'm missing you every time I got used to you whispering things to me Into the evening We follow the sun

Since you've been gone Gone to the dogs In a round about way You're still sing Singing along I can see it in your face Everywhere you go I'm there with you Still part of you Never let you go at it alone If you do I'll make sure you are standing on yo