Tom Field

Do you see, Tom Field,
How they squeal
Every time you walk past?

They can’t help but giggle
They wish their dreams were real
I can’t help but laugh

Bridge:
I know you’re aesthetically pleasing
But it’s just way too easy
For them to judge you
And think they love you

Chorus:
They’re kidding themselves
To you, they’re just the same
Attracted to the looks and the fame
It doesn’t matter what they say
They’re never going to get their own way
Silly teenage obsessions
Pose innocent questions
Tell me this (x3)
Why, why, why?

See what I mean, Tom Field?
They keep their eyes peeled
For you and you alone

They want you to be appealed
By their cool automobiles
But you don’t love those you don’t know

Bridge:
I know you’re probably charming
But I still think it’s alarming
Because they judge you
And they yearn for you

Chorus
They dream
They watch
They savour
They lay their hearts on their sleeves
They dance
They cry
They’re dazed by you
They can’t help how their heartbeat quickens
And I can’t help but be sickened
Just a dream (x2)
At myself

You don’t see Tom Field,
I can’t help but squeal
Every time you walk past

I’m just one of the masses
Who tries so hard to catch
Your dreamy glance

I know you’re aesthetically pleasing
But it’s just way too easy
For me to judge you
I think about you

I’m kidding myself
To you, I’m just the same
Attracted to the looks and the fame
It doesn’t matter what I say
I’m never going to get my own way
Silly teenage obsessions
Pose innocent questions
Tell me this (x3)
Why, why, why?


I will stop dreaming (x1,000,000)