BeJae Fleming: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

When it comes to you it’s like a blinding flash
It’s never going to happen, she’s never going to ask
You to crawl through her window on some summer night
It takes you by surprise, for so long you told yourself she might
Just change her mind about you, she might change her ways
When it comes to you’re so amazed
When it comes to you

When it comes to you, you don’t let it in
You close your eyes, close your door, choose to fool yourself again
Refuse to listen, refuse to see
You don’t want to know, don’t what to know, don’t want to know, when it comes to me
In the dead of night, in the heat of day
When it comes to you, you just turn away
When it comes to you

When it comes to you, I stay up all night
Pretending I am her, pretending I know what it’s like
To be devoured, feel your hungry thoughts that run
All over me like I was sustenance when the harvest fails and the winter comes
When the wind blows and the bough breaks
When it comes to you I am dangerously wide awake
When it come to you