Grounded

Hair down, being yourself in the ways you know so well
Chin up, you're gonna be there someday
I need more time, to call you mine
Changes around
Tables turn and I'll be sound
Wishing more than that I could tell, make your own way
Wish you were above me
You wish you were above me, with feet on the ground

Tasteless your sense of belief in a scene, holding a theme
Shutdown, by somebody intercepting
I need more time, to call you mine

Tables turn and I'll be sound
Wishing more than that I could tell, make your own way
Wish you were above me
You wish you were above me, with feet on the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick-luc Murphy
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