Tiptoes

Tip-tiptoes softly on my grass
But you won't find nothing there at all
And tip-tiptoes slowly on your hands
'Cause you can't walk out of this mess, no

Tip-tiptoes softly on my grass
But you won't find nothing there at all
And tip-tiptoes slowly on your hands
'Cause you can't walk

It takes you to start, it's coming 'round and 'round again
And you are, and you are
It takes you to start, it's coming 'round and 'round again
And you are, and you are
It's you
Too

You ask for someone to help you
But no one cares enough to look up
You can't ask for someone to help you
If you don't care enough to look around you

And you ask for someone to help you
And no one cares enough to look up
You can't ask for someone to help you
If no one cares

It takes you to start, it's coming 'round and 'round again
And you are, and you are
It takes you to start, it's coming 'round and 'round again
And you are, and you are
It's you
Too

Your tiptoes
Your tiptoes oh, oh, oh
Your tiptoes
Your tiptoes oh, oh, oh
Your tiptoes
Your tiptoes



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Matthew Halliday, Kevin Stephen Baird, Alexander James Trimble
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