Brite Side

Whenever i collapse, whenever i fold in your arms,
that’s when i know i’m holding you.
Holding you within my grasp.
Whenever i feel trapped, held by the inescapable,
i try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve.
That’s when i feel brand new.
I’m looking on the brite side.
I’ve got my visuals.
I’m looking on the brite side.
My 20/20's true.
I’m looking on the brite side.
That’s when i know it’s you.
You.
Whenever i’m in red a guardian angel’s flying round my head.
I feel your touch warm as red’s embarrassment, innocence' blush.
That’s when i feel brand new.
I’m looking on the brite side.
I’ve got my visuals.
I’m looking on the brite side.
My 20/20's true.
I’m looking on the brite side.
That’s when i know it’s you.
You.
You.
Whenever i’m in bed i see myself in wide-screen love scenes close-up.
I’m holding you, holding you.
We’re wrapped in blue.
I’m looking on the brite side