Lyrics : Alexander O’Connor/Mustafa Ahmed/Ashton Simmonds
Music : Alexander O’Connor/Mustafa Ahmed/Ashton Simmonds
I think we had too much time
There was nothing left to speak
Is there a corner of this room
Where I should leave your things?
Clothes and books, the alabaster
Thoughts you couldn't keep
Framed photo on the top shelf
That you could never reach
And our friends had it
We went miles to get it
But wherever we would go
I couldn't force the thing you hold
I can't fall with you
But I'll fall with you
Right down to this old floor
Yeah, there's a field that's only yours
Your sister wants to take my life
I think she's reading spells
I tried to say it quietly
But it reached everyone else
You said that I was all you had
But look at what you've made
The next time you open your hand
It won't be to hold your face
And our friends had it
We went miles to get it
But wherever we would go
I couldn't force the thing you hold
I can't fall with you
But I'll fall with you
Right down to this old floor
Yeah, there's a field that's only yours