This is my song today. Today is my baby girls due date. Today is the day I should be feeling joy and happiness and delight with my new little bundle of joy. Instead I am filled with sorrow. I might just listen to this one and cry today. Thanks PINK, your album came at the right time. When I was still pregnant you were releasing your album and we were discussing how beautiful the name Willow was. Then Blow me got me through the shit times, alongside running the crap out of the pavement. And now Beam me up is my song of choice. I dont know what I would do if I had just one minute with my little girl....just staring and holding her face would probably be my choice too
There's a whole other conversation going on.
In a parallel universe.
Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts.
There's a waltz playing frozen in time.
Blades of grass on tiny bare feet.
I look at you and you're looking at me.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
Some black birds soaring in the sky.
Barely a breath I caught one last sight.
Tell me that was you, saying goodbye.
There are times I feel the shiver and cold.
It only happens when I'm on my own.
That's how you tell me I'm not alone.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
In my head, I see your baby blues.
I hear your voice and I,
I break in two and now there's one of me with you.
So when I need you can I send you a sign?
I'll burn a candle and turn off the lights.
I'll pick a star and watch you shine.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute,
I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
Beam me up.
Beam me up.
Could you beam me up?
In a parallel universe.
Where nothing breaks and nothing hurts.
There's a waltz playing frozen in time.
Blades of grass on tiny bare feet.
I look at you and you're looking at me.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
Some black birds soaring in the sky.
Barely a breath I caught one last sight.
Tell me that was you, saying goodbye.
There are times I feel the shiver and cold.
It only happens when I'm on my own.
That's how you tell me I'm not alone.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
In my head, I see your baby blues.
I hear your voice and I,
I break in two and now there's one of me with you.
So when I need you can I send you a sign?
I'll burn a candle and turn off the lights.
I'll pick a star and watch you shine.
Could you beam me up?
Give me a minute,
I don't know what I'd say in it.
I'd probably just stare,
Happy just to be there holding your face.
Beam me up.
Let me be lighter, tired of being a fighter.
I think, a minutes enough.
Just beam me up.
Beam me up.
Beam me up.
Could you beam me up?
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