Out - Sodastream

I’ve got a battered hand

I wrote it on my list

Didn’t know what your feeling was

But it must be better than this

Don’t go out

And don’t give in

My head is in this country now and

Tells me i can win

So pretty baby

Show me how

These wicked ladies

Are starting to shout

With your head upon my pillow

I wish that it could be, so cold

And despite your bleaker warnings

I wanted to believe

I wrote it in the sand

A single parting gift

Didn’t know what redemption was but it

Can’t be worse than this

So don’t go out

And don’t give in

My head is in this country now and

Tells me i can win

So pretty baby

Show me how

These wicked ladies

Are starting to shout

With your head upon my pillow

I wish that it could be, so cold

And despite your blue eyed warnings

I wanted to believe