Planning Spontaneity - Jamie T

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 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 favor

Asked him for paying of the dues I’ve made

Wake in the morning with stormy weather

Bought from the man looking 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 sand 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 favor

All for the dues that I’d felt I’d paid

He told me «my comrade I’m not your savior»

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