The Commonfield

It's a twenty-four seven song And a night that's very long But it's not that big deal It's only how I feel Am I coming on too strong? I'm just trying to pull my weight It's a challenge to endure the pressure and the blur This is our common ground We're constantly between the lines And somewhere, somehow I'll find you: II It's a twenty-four seven thought That I might have stayed too long So please go ahead in advance Because I will follow you I will follow you You've got everything you'll ever need In the twenty-first century Will you tell me if you disagree? You've got everything you need. Will you carry me? Can you bare my weight? Can you bare my weight? Will you carry me? Can you you bare my, bare my weight? This is our common ground We're constantly between the lines And somewhere, somehow I'll find you This is our common ground We're constantly between the lines And somewhere, somehow I'll find you