Pressing On

Mirror to my face
I can feel a thousand eyes watching me move
I'm still in the Truman Show
Conscious of every move
Writing another song, sounded better in my head
These chords have played a million times
Familiarity
I'm just an extra, the narcissistic kind
You dreamt it, you want it, you're obsessed
You're privileged to the point that you can't see

Pressing on
Warming, call it home
I need it, call it home
Pressing on
Calling for a ride
Calling red-leaf skies

You've been on the radio crossing of your list
I wish I was someone else whose promises I'll lift
If I was honest I would lose this grip
You dreamt it, you want it, you're obsessed

Pressing on
Warming, call it home
I need it, call it home
Pressing on
Calling for a ride
Calling red-leaf skies
Calling for a ride
Calling red-leaf skies



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick-luc Murphy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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