How does it feel to fall to your knees When your feet were dug into the sand Well the rest turned away said they didn’t like the way You dealt with the matter at hand
Live down stairs on the bottom of your ceiling (?) I vouch for your friend that everyone hates I’ve heard her secrets taken to the grave And only see your face in the hallway Called up my friend with a heartfelt favour Asked him for paying of the dues I’ve made Wake in the morning with stormy weather Bought from the man ??? out my way
She’s so far west, a local’s guest Running through your mind til she’s out of breath Saints and sinners with different dialects I’ll say sorry if the call connects Crude as my ??? called you unfamiliar Lying on the step to check your pulse I rustle in my bag to find the better side of me I don’t know Called up my friend asked a friendly favour All for the dues that I’d felt I’d paid He told me “my comrade I’m not your saviour” She’s living down the bottom of Elmore Grange
How does it felt o fall to your knees When your feet were dug into the sand? Well the rest turned away said they didn’t like the way You dealt with the matter at hand (x2)