Another place got away from me
and now I'm going home
whether or not I really want to go
I'm walking out, I'm looking up and 'round for places, never know, a hiding spot all of my own
Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because he's not staying anyway
Oh oh
I love your face, I love the way it looks when you spot something good
I'm like a building touching clouds
Clutch the ground, dirty hands, make a place, but it doesn't really matter because I'm not staying anyway
Oh Oh
Another day has got away from me, and all I want to know, is will you have me or will I go?
Will you have me or will I go?
Will you have me or will I go?
