My grip could get lighter
And money's so tight i've found
I'm not much of a survivor.
Fairground aint stopping in this train
If you're slipping i'm sliding
Never heard of solid ground
Ever light on the horizon
Is getting washed out by the sound.
Must mean its the law
Season
But theres no reason
To give up
On this
We'll stay high on the
Promise
That the low
Season soon to go
Meaning
We'll be right
Honest
We'll be right.
My shouts should be whispers
And honey your right i drawned
Treading water with blisters
I guess that the water
Just found me out.
If you're running I'm Fighting
I swear summer will make you proud
In every way you're so surprising
But i'm just expected to be found.
In the low
Season
But theres no reason
To give up
On this
We'll stay high on the
Promise
That the low
Season soon to go
Meaning
We'll be right
Honest
We'll be right.
This is the low...
This is the low...
This is the low...
This is the low.
