Place Too Low - Lyla Foy

Tried to keep my thinking down

Took some time to work it out

Never in a place too low

In a house up on a hill

Called out to me that I should know

With a whisper and a rope

Being sold

Oh

When you go

Give it to me

In words I know

Don’t make it your own

Struggle being driven out

Of a crowded humming house

Took my arms and legs in theirs

Stolen with a breathe of air

Called out to me that I would fall

Left my face pressed on a wall

Bring sold