Lyrics

You keep a hand on it for me
And I notice
How you’re holding me down now
You keep a hand on it for me
When I’m folding
Yeah you’re holding
When the sun’s down
And I’m left a part of me, for myself
Shed the skin you found
And I’m better biting down, old ground (face on, or head down)
Oh it’s hard for us
But now I’m holding my own
Wish it was obvious
Now I hold my cards to my chest, to my dome
Take what we had
We learnt our lesson
You’ll make it back
As long as you’re patient
Take what we had
We learnt our lesson
You’ll make it back
As long as you’re patient
My head only tells me endings I don’t believe
So I don’t worry about what won’t happen, what won’t be
So don’t worry about what won’t happen, what won’t be
So don’t worry about what won’t happen, what won’t be
Written by: Axel Øksby, Nate Brazier, Primo Baker
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