Between These Ears

Between these ears, I hear cold to the touch and full of fear
How many more older souls will bury me, bury me down in my own home?
Two sides of my life don't collide, they never cross those enemy lines
And I'm the opposite kinda guy to be one of those social butterflies
It doesn't mean, doesn't mean that in the summertime those two bodies won't find a way to lock eyes
And I'm just caught stark in the middle counting my lucky stars

Between these ears, there's a plan
Am I using them or are they just a helping hand?
Back then, to quit felt religious
But now faith feels like the holy land
Don't bite the hand that feeds you

Shake it, hold tight, don't fake it, don't fake it
You see, that means a heavy minute to me
Now what does it mean to you?

It doesn't mean, doesn't mean that in the summertime
You can drink your plans away down the drain
You got people to please now, don't throw it all away

Don't invent the wheel, you can't triumph
Don't try to be someone you're not
Don't reinvent the wheel
Don't try to be someone you're not

Don't change
'Cause if you would, I'd have seen it that you had changed
'Cause if you would, I'd believe it that you had changed
'Cause if you just give me something to hold



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Kellett, Dylan Humphreys, Caspar Swindells, Solomon Lamey, William Lilley
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