Reach for the Ground - Matt Berry

It’s the same old cliché

I’m riding high on a let down

And how it’s all gone that way

Reach for the ground

So I sit here frozen

It’s the life I’ve chosen

Some words smile, others glower

Reach for the ground

The black of the night

The lack of my sight

But I climb oh so high

To reach for the ground

It’s the same old cliché

I’m riding high on a let down

And how it’s all gone that way

Reach for the ground

I’ll take my time

Toe no man’s line

Next year sounds fine

Your place or mine?

It’s the same old cliché

I’m riding high on a let down

How it’s all gone that way

Reach for the ground