Martha Hill is a British singer-songwriter based in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. Read Full Bio ↴Martha Hill is a British singer-songwriter based in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne.
She began as a busker before joining the band Holy Moly and the Crackers playing trombone.
Turning solo, she self-released "Be Still" in 2019, "Summer Up North" in 2020,
She began as a busker before joining the band Holy Moly and the Crackers playing trombone.
Turning solo, she self-released "Be Still" in 2019, "Summer Up North" in 2020,
Right out My Head
Martha Hill Lyrics
I wanna be me and I wanna be free
Wanna be seen
Hard as I try I just can't seem
To hold on to my dreams
Watching my life like a scene
But I'm not the lead I just watch from the wings.
And every now and then I get a feeling like we're right on the edge,
Right on the edge
And I reach out to catch it but slips through my fingers and head.
Falls right out my head
When I was a young man I thought that I knew it all- now I'm not so sure.
The older I get, the less I regret cause it's all- just paper and thought.
CHORUS
There it goes, skirting round the edges like an afterthought
It's with us at the table during breakfast talks
It's on the evening news and in the music box.
Love wash over me
Like I am unclean, I am not clean
She leads me
Without being seen, she is unseen.
CHORUS
There it goes, skirting round the edges like an afterthought
It's with us at the table during breakfast talks
It's on the evening news and in the music box.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
CHORUS
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, I swear that it's real.
Wanna be seen
Hard as I try I just can't seem
To hold on to my dreams
Watching my life like a scene
But I'm not the lead I just watch from the wings.
And every now and then I get a feeling like we're right on the edge,
Right on the edge
And I reach out to catch it but slips through my fingers and head.
When I was a young man I thought that I knew it all- now I'm not so sure.
The older I get, the less I regret cause it's all- just paper and thought.
CHORUS
There it goes, skirting round the edges like an afterthought
It's with us at the table during breakfast talks
It's on the evening news and in the music box.
Love wash over me
Like I am unclean, I am not clean
She leads me
Without being seen, she is unseen.
CHORUS
There it goes, skirting round the edges like an afterthought
It's with us at the table during breakfast talks
It's on the evening news and in the music box.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
CHORUS
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, this time it's for real.
Dance with me love
This time it's for real, I swear that it's real.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Martha Byrne, Sarah Howells
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@user-dg3pd3rh4z
So beautiful
@tinahayes5021
Beautiful song and a lovely dance!
@abbiegreening
Wow.
@christinenewton8129
Love the song Martha hunni xx
@thomasmacmillan
Bravo Martha! Beautifully shot video.