Don't interrupt, trying not to enter the figure
I can see how it's not perfectly clear, she needs you
A minute so still, feels like you're walking away
Where do you go at the end of the day, she needs you
It's very strange, it's not the same

And you don't need this sorrow, so get up get up get out
There's no excuses anymore
When all she wants to do is talk

Do you need a minute to figure out where you stand
Loosen your grip till it's out of your hands
She needs you to understand
Another plan

And you won't need this sorrow, so get up get up get out
There's no excuses anymore
When all she wants to do is talk
She's waiting for you
Talk
She sees right through you
Talk
It's very strange, it's not the same

And it could be tomorrow, so get up get up get out
There's no confusion anymore
And I will be here
And I will be there
And I will be here if you fall

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Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Ottewell, Ian Thomas Ball, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Thomas William Gray