“Mrs. Brown say in London everyone is different, but that means anyone can fit in. I think she must be right because, although I don’t look like anyone else, I really do feel at home. I will never be like other people, but that’s alright, because I’m a bear. A bear called Paddington.”
I think there a little of Paddington in all of us.
Pull away from my arms And rest your head on someone else's shoulders I don't mind
When the smoke clears and; You're thinking straight and thinking sober You'll realise
That we were just two different people, pulled into the same old light But when it got dark, we started to fight 'Cause we're looking for the eye of the needle In amongst the hay of everyday people We're bound to get it wrong sometimes And that's alright By me
You were a pessimist who sought out the negative parts of everything I was a realist with a dash of a grand optimist I wanted to make you see not everything in the world was out to ruin you You were sad so you did things sad people do, like look for errors everywhere I was full of light so I tried to shine some of that onto you in any way I wanted to brighten every part of your life in ways you were not accustomed to You were depressed so you tried to push me away as a defense mechanism I was resilient so I tried to push myself further into your life of darkness I wanted to inch my way in until you had no choice but to see my smile and feel grounded You grew to let people in and let people love you and your baggage I was growing too so I tried to make sure we could grow together and not apart I wanted to give you everything that the other me couldn't give to you