music for a sad sunday

6 underground

Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I’ve got a head full of drought,
Down here, so far off losing out
Round here,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you’re better than I wannabe
Don’t think ‘cos I understand,
I care, don’t think ‘cos I’m talking were friends,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my times never cheap
I fake my life like I’ve lived
Too much, I take whatever you’re given
Not enough,

Over ground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace


*i think that this is the best cover of the sneaker pimps so far.