All Worn Out - Ocean Alley

Hold me down

I’m not the one to stay around

I’m lost again

It’s getting kinda turbulent

Pull the roses out

The stems look sad and wilted now

You need a friend

In the heat of it

The heat of it

In the heat of it

You need a friend

But I’ll be gone

I’m weightless now

My feet can barely touch the ground

I’m lost in space

I’ve never felt so far away

Well, am I up or down?

I seem to keep on spinning round

You need a friend

In the heat of it

The heat of it

In the heat of it

You need a friend

But I’ll be gone

Away

In the heat of it

The heat of it

In the heat of it

You need a friend

But I’ll be gone