"Paisley Patterns" lyrics
You think that you've got it all
But you don't know the half of it
You're a lizard sat atop a rock
And you don't even know the size of it
There's a feeling setting fires in your chest
And though you always shoot then let another ask the rest
Maybe you should stop ignoring what you've known for all this time
Your stalwart soul is begging you to open wide, set alight
Paisley patterns adorn her soul
A pink wallpaper on a cabinet door
Throw wide those gates and let the feeling pass
Make a true protector from a heart of glass
You might say the sword and shield has never suited you
But who would wield it stronger and more passionate than you?
A love that burns aflame like nothing else I've ever seen
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
You think she's a know-it-all
She thinks you're... a lot of things
But you can make her spirit sing
And she'll make sure your heart will thaw (She says)
"Love will conquer all of you and all of me"
And being by her side, well, you can't help it but believe
She's a timid little presence with a fire in her eyes
And your reflection sits inside, catalyzed and set alight
Paisley patterns adorn her soul
A teardrop painted on a maple board
One gentle echo of a long-lost past
Let her put some color in a heart of glass
You might think shes held up by some long-forgotten ways
But maybe there is value in the things she has to say
A love to keep a family tied together evergreen
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
You think that you've got it all
But you don't know the half of it
Paisley Pudge, its a simple phrase
But its a title with a lot of weight
My little darling in a hand-built world
An inspiration to a lonely girl
You will never know the type of things you mean to me
But isn't that the beauty of a character, you think?
A love that's unconditional and just for you and me
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
And running like a lean machine, so pristine
And though the words are failing me, incomplete
We'll call it what it wants to be - bittersweet
Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge
PAISLEY PUDGE!
But you don't know the half of it
You're a lizard sat atop a rock
And you don't even know the size of it
There's a feeling setting fires in your chest
And though you always shoot then let another ask the rest
Maybe you should stop ignoring what you've known for all this time
Your stalwart soul is begging you to open wide, set alight
Paisley patterns adorn her soul
A pink wallpaper on a cabinet door
Throw wide those gates and let the feeling pass
Make a true protector from a heart of glass
You might say the sword and shield has never suited you
But who would wield it stronger and more passionate than you?
A love that burns aflame like nothing else I've ever seen
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
You think she's a know-it-all
She thinks you're... a lot of things
But you can make her spirit sing
And she'll make sure your heart will thaw (She says)
"Love will conquer all of you and all of me"
And being by her side, well, you can't help it but believe
She's a timid little presence with a fire in her eyes
And your reflection sits inside, catalyzed and set alight
Paisley patterns adorn her soul
A teardrop painted on a maple board
One gentle echo of a long-lost past
Let her put some color in a heart of glass
You might think shes held up by some long-forgotten ways
But maybe there is value in the things she has to say
A love to keep a family tied together evergreen
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
You think that you've got it all
But you don't know the half of it
Paisley Pudge, its a simple phrase
But its a title with a lot of weight
My little darling in a hand-built world
An inspiration to a lonely girl
You will never know the type of things you mean to me
But isn't that the beauty of a character, you think?
A love that's unconditional and just for you and me
The fuel to keep a gentle heart burning clean
And running like a lean machine, so pristine
And though the words are failing me, incomplete
We'll call it what it wants to be - bittersweet
Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge, Paisley Pudge
PAISLEY PUDGE!
Writer(s): Jamie Stanley
