end of my street
Ella Smoker, Samuel Knowles
Resting the soul
I don’t want to go without you
Baffled at how
When I was asleep I found you
A thousand years of all the talk
No wonder why I feel so small
Oh
Rumour flies
You can’t surprise me
Live and die
At the end of my street
Isn’t real
But right next to me
Run aside
Scraping my knees
Static in mind
Its hard to find what I need to
Crossing your thoughts
Even if its just the side view
A couple months of falling short
No wonder why you don’t speak to me anymore
Rumour flies
You can’t surprise me
Live and die
At the end of my street
Isn’t real
But right next to me
Run aside
Scraping my knees
Shaking all the way home
Shaking all the way home
Shaking all the way home
Shaking all the way home