Oliver Daldry - Smile

I invite you over for a bottle of wine
The right type of hope I won't get you any other kind
It was the best I could find

Now we shouting over talking once you cut me some slack
I know you feel I walking
This the best I can act for now
Why don't you
Why don't you show me that smile

Now I bent over back try to make things right
I think you'd do the same but I'm not too sure tonight
How can I make things right
Well everything seems fine whilst were in the car
You're showing me your roses on your unseen scars tonight

I take your hand
And tell you I'm so scared
I said that I am scared about
I'm supposed to be brave
I don't think I'm strong enough
When you take my hand
Oh, oh you make me smile

Here we are sweet dreams and magazines
You got me praying to the lord
Then you wore black screens and nod to me
But your fingers holding thoughts

Oh let me hold you
Let me hold you
Let me hold
Cause you make me smile
It's in your eyes now, now
It's how you make me smile