The Meadows Testo

Unsettled, unphased today

by the things I hear you saying.

A bottle broken,

so soft spoken.

When you can't keep drinking,
but you won't go home,

cos you know what's coming up, if you're sitting drunk at home alone.

Cos we're all so helpless, when we're on our own.

So on and on and on we go...


"Fuck being sad,

I'm so over it,

Fuck having my head,

Three feet in the sand."


You're not lost,
Don't be scared,

You've gotta start building on the hope that you spared.

Trust me, I know you'll get through it,

I've done it before it's just in your head.


Fuck being sad,

I'm so over it,

Fuck having my head,

Three feet in the sand.


Let go of what you took,

Your hands are tied back,

Forget how it looks,

To be despondent.


Fuck being sad,

I'm so over it,

Fuck having my head,

Three feet in the sand.