Lyrics

I know I've said it many times before In a million different ways Maybe more But you're a sight for sore eyes And I'm an eyesore Out on the street I know the rhythms of the railway track I know the difference between lines and cracks But why you let me punch above my weight Now that's a mystery I'm not saying that I'm sorry Or not to worry No no And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit But here I go And just maybe we might get away with it this time And just maybe we might get away with it this timе There's a certain tеnsion everywhere you go They're rubbernecking when you cross the road It's not easy acting natural, or even close when you're seen I'm not saying that I'm sorry Or not to worry No no And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit But here I go And just maybe we might get away with it this time And just maybe we might get away with it this time Here in the echo of an afterthought Here in the best clothes this disaster bought Right from the get-go I knew I'd fallen in to something deep I'm not saying that I'm sorry Or not to worry No no And I'm not ready for the plummet from the summit But here I go And just maybe we might get away with it this time And just maybe we might get away with it this time