That make your little world
A bit different

Keith
Keith

Keith Cunnilingham

oh

The rise and fall of Keith

Hold your breath and count to ten,

You can’t hide here,

You can’t fight here.

Breath i n and try again,

The old familiar feeling.

Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said,

You can always talk about it.

The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.

Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.

So the writings on the wall,

But you don’t know it,

Cos you don’t own it.

And all the people you lean on,

Well you all owe them,

And you don’t know it.

Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said.

The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.

Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.