Words and music: jim johnston
Keyboards: sarah barron
Shes in love with the night, a silent refuge from voices that descend on her in spite
They keep saying shes strange, that dont matter
She knows that she doesnt have to if she doesnt want to, she isnt going to change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her shes wrong.
Things go bump in the night, she lights a candle that chases the shadows from her sight.
When things bump in the day, its not imaginary things
Its the hurt from all the painful things they didnt have to say.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
And its time to move on...
She sometimes cries in the night,
Worried by fears bourne of hope from a beyond her years insight,
Shes learned life can be strange, shes not seeking their approval,
They cannot reach her, they cannot touch her, and some things cannot change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven, others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her no one gets to heaven unless they approve,
Only when that rumble bowls them over will they move.
Dancing to a distant drum she knows is not the easy way,
Waiting for the time when being different is okay..
She knows whats going on.
Jim Johnston - Limelight Lyrics
Jim Johnston - Limelight Lyrics
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Words and music: jim johnston
Keyboards: sarah barron
Shes in love with the night, a silent refuge from voices that descend on her in spite
They keep saying shes strange, that dont matter
She knows that she doesnt have to if she doesnt want to, she isnt going to change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her shes wrong.
Things go bump in the night, she lights a candle that chases the shadows from her sight.
When things bump in the day, its not imaginary things
Its the hurt from all the painful things they didnt have to say.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
And its time to move on...
She sometimes cries in the night,
Worried by fears bourne of hope from a beyond her years insight,
Shes learned life can be strange, shes not seeking their approval,
They cannot reach her, they cannot touch her, and some things cannot change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven, others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her no one gets to heaven unless they approve,
Only when that rumble bowls them over will they move.
Dancing to a distant drum she knows is not the easy way,
Waiting for the time when being different is okay..
She knows whats going on.
Keyboards: sarah barron
Shes in love with the night, a silent refuge from voices that descend on her in spite
They keep saying shes strange, that dont matter
She knows that she doesnt have to if she doesnt want to, she isnt going to change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her shes wrong.
Things go bump in the night, she lights a candle that chases the shadows from her sight.
When things bump in the day, its not imaginary things
Its the hurt from all the painful things they didnt have to say.
They tell her good girls go to heaven others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
And its time to move on...
She sometimes cries in the night,
Worried by fears bourne of hope from a beyond her years insight,
Shes learned life can be strange, shes not seeking their approval,
They cannot reach her, they cannot touch her, and some things cannot change.
They tell her good girls go to heaven, others everywhere.
Standing in imaginary spotlights they all share.
She heeds the rumble of a distant drum from yesterday.
Waiting for the time when being different is okay.
They tell her no one gets to heaven unless they approve,
Only when that rumble bowls them over will they move.
Dancing to a distant drum she knows is not the easy way,
Waiting for the time when being different is okay..
She knows whats going on.