the ground beneath your feet
i've got a head full of drought
Overground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace.
too way high off your street
you're better than I wannabe
don't think 'cos i understand
don't think 'cos i'm talking
Overground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace
swear my time's never cheap
i fake my life like i've lived
i take whatever you're given; not enough,
i fake my life like i've lived
i take whatever you're given; not enough,