Low - Hanni El Khatib

On the side of the road

You walk with your head low

You were hiding on the brick sand buildings

When you left your door

You roam around the streets with no clue

There’s no hope, you don’t know what to do

And you pray when the sun goes down

You’re hoping ain’t through

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

You almost died on the street

But you were quick on your feet

You were lying in the sand all day

With nowhere to be

You get sick as the days go by

And if you knew how to, you would cry

But I know that you won’t give up

Till you see a smile

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Why won’t somebody take me home?

Don’t wanna disappear and turn to a ghost

Getting scared every minute I get lost

But I hope you hold me for long

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low

Here we go, we gettin' low