Lletres: Teddy Thompson. Almost Famous.

Today's the day I was supposed to be famous
I was gonna have come so far
My face splashed all over the papers
I was gonna be a big, big star

I should be on your TVs right now
Staring back at you with endless charm
You should be watching me and wondering how
I stay so grounded and calm

Through all the madness that I see
There's so much sadness with these dreams

You know those people you get sick of seeing?
Well, that was gonna be me
Overexposing until I end up being
A kind of monster in your dreams

I had been planning all my intimite moments
To be uncovered on the ET news
This is a business of failing upwards
So you can never really lose

Through all the madness that I see
There's so much sadness with these dreams

So now I'm standing with the faceless people
And they have stripped my sheen
There's just enough of me left to measure
How big I could have been

If there's a hell it will be all these people
With nothing special to behold
They never tell you that you might need someone
Might need a hand to hold

Through all the madness that I see
There's so much sadness with these dreams (x2)