Jamie T, Hollie Cook - Planning Spontaneity lyrics
[Jamie T, Hollie Cook - Planning Spontaneity lyrics]
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 downstairs on the bottom of your ceiling
I'll vouch for a friend that everyone hates
I've heard her secrets taken to the grave
And only see your face in the hallways
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 a man who lives 'round my way
She's so far west, a local’s guest
Running through your mind 'til
She’s out of breath
Saints and sinners, different dialects
I'll say sorry if the call connects
Cruel is my Sam, called you unfamiliar
Lying on the step to check your pulse
I rustle in my bag to find the
Better side of me you don’t know
I don't know
Called up my friend asked a friendly favor
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 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
How does it felt 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
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 downstairs on the bottom of your ceiling
I'll vouch for a friend that everyone hates
I've heard her secrets taken to the grave
And only see your face in the hallways
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 a man who lives 'round my way
She's so far west, a local’s guest
Running through your mind 'til
She’s out of breath
Saints and sinners, different dialects
I'll say sorry if the call connects
Cruel is my Sam, called you unfamiliar
Lying on the step to check your pulse
I rustle in my bag to find the
Better side of me you don’t know
I don't know
Called up my friend asked a friendly favor
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 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
How does it felt 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