Paul Weller

Brushed

It's in a stroke of a brush
It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright it turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say come what may
You will be what you will

With a brush stroke of fate
You will have to think again if you're touched by it all
Lucky just to be brushed by it at all
Than walk a crooked mile in a worn out smile
That I found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like I'm the next blessed in town

It's in a verse that you read
It's the tune in your head that makes all light
Turns your world and illuminates life
And makes you see all the love within is still yet to come out
Like the world as a bang!
You may have to think again if you're touched by it all
Yeah yeah yeah

Than walk in single file in a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Somebody else threw it down
Looks like you're the next blessed in town

It's the world as a bang!
You'll have to think again if you're touched ....
Than walk a single file in a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
Looks like you're the next blessed in town
Yeah yeah yeah yeah