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.