My Brother Chris - text

My brother Chris confused like I
on 'bout the size surrender sides
the will to live the will to sing
he broke the vases on the windowsill
he wore the sign for several days
happy to just stay away
away from home
he fleed a move
so why should I?
'cause Bethnal Green is where we died though

My brother Chris
My brother Chris
My brother Chris

I knew he'd pass us by like that
to get the chance to whip it out of the hat
afraid to take the consequence
i'd rather keep it inside my dress
so all my support goes all to you
you're a reflection of me
i'm a reflection of you

i'm not a teacher
it's not a lesson
it's my infection
my attention to make.. wooo.. up stories,
we make.. wooo.. up stories,
we make.. wooo.. up stories,
we make.. wooo.. up stories.. no!

I knew he'd pass us by like that
I knew he'd pass us by like that
to get the chance to whip it out of the hat
to get the chance to whip it out of the hat(x2)
I need direction we need direction
I need direction we need direction
I need direction we need direction
I need direction we need direction

to make.. wooo.. up stories,
we make.. wooo.. up stories,
we make..(x2) wooo.. up stories

You and I
You and I
You and I