Planning Spontaneity Jamie T (Ft. Hollie Cook)
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Planning Spontaneity" by Jamie T (Ft. Hollie Cook). Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Chorus: Jamie T]
How does it feel to fall to your knees
When your feet were dug into the sand?
Well, the rest turned away, said they didn't like the way
You dealt with the matter at hand
[Verse 1: Jamie T]
Live downstairs on the bottom of your ceiling
I'll vouch for a friend that everyone hates
I've heard her secrets taken to the grave
And only see your face in the hallways
Called up my friend with a heartfelt favour
Asked him for paying of the dues I've made
Wake in the morning with stormy weather
Bought from a man who lives 'round my way
[Verse 2: Jamie T & Hollie Cook]
She's so far west, a local’s guest
Running through your mind 'til she’s out of breath
Saints and sinners, different dialects
I'll say sorry if the call connects
Cruel is my Sam, called you unfamiliar
Lying on the step to check your pulse
I rustle in my bag to find the better side of me you don’t know
I don't know
Called up my friend asked a friendly favor
All for the dues that I’d felt I’d paid
He told me, "My comrade, I’m not your saviour"
She’s living down the bottom of Elmore Grange
How does it feel to fall to your knees
When your feet were dug into the sand?
Well, the rest turned away, said they didn't like the way
You dealt with the matter at hand
[Verse 1: Jamie T]
Live downstairs on the bottom of your ceiling
I'll vouch for a friend that everyone hates
I've heard her secrets taken to the grave
And only see your face in the hallways
Called up my friend with a heartfelt favour
Asked him for paying of the dues I've made
Wake in the morning with stormy weather
Bought from a man who lives 'round my way
[Verse 2: Jamie T & Hollie Cook]
She's so far west, a local’s guest
Running through your mind 'til she’s out of breath
Saints and sinners, different dialects
I'll say sorry if the call connects
Cruel is my Sam, called you unfamiliar
Lying on the step to check your pulse
I rustle in my bag to find the better side of me you don’t know
I don't know
Called up my friend asked a friendly favor
All for the dues that I’d felt I’d paid
He told me, "My comrade, I’m not your saviour"
She’s living down the bottom of Elmore Grange
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!