Tanita Tikaram

Criss-cross laces
You have the centre
You have the cinnamon
In the centre
You shouldn't be alone
You should just pick up yourself
And shine yourself
And make yourself fit a bran new maybe
in the side streets
You been walking
I have been walking too
So, you know the faces
You know how they'll flirt with you
Well, I know my favourite language
Well, it trickles down my mouth
If this is me
Being close to you
Being somewhere like the last night we spend together
That is something next to nothing
That is something
So, I got my truth of many colours
I got my fears
Another shade
But when I'm riding my happy taxi
I guess I got it made
Who's that creeping?
In the street there
Who's that creeping?
By your window
She might know something
She might show you some things
You never really want to share forever
Mean forever
'Cos it feels so slow