Out Of Our Hands - Gemma Hayes

The subtle shift inside, a battle’s won, the inside killed the outside

and Im sorry, if I let you think, better of me

but you were holding on too tight

Maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll fly

it’s out of our hands, its out of our hands this time

The night’s collapsing on us now, you’ll feel better when you go

you didnt push me, little one, I jumped on my own

and Im glad, as I release my grip Im picking up speed

no-one will follow us here

Maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll fly

It’s out of our hands, it’s out of our hands this time

Maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll fly

It’s out of our hands, it’s out of our hands this time

Meet me at the back of the crowd

this could be our time to slip away

you say the bigger you dream

the smaller your street looks in the rain

Ah come on now, but you and I know now it’s so much more now

than just being bored

maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll fly

it’s out of our hands, it’s out of our hands this time

Maybe we’ll fall, maybe we’ll fly

It’s out of our hands, it’s out of our hands this time