Alexander Biggs - digital clock Lyrics

High as a kite, hands on the wheel
She's walking home, she gotta deal
Biting my tongue, see if it's real
Stay up all night, do as I feel

Reaching around, under the seat
Eyes on my phone, somewhere to be
I get a call, I got a need
Don't kiss and tell, just somewhere to eat

Don't ring the bell, I got a key
Think what you want, but she wanted me

Room getting blue, digital clock
Can't get to sleep, guess I could talk
Had a bad dream, say that a lot
Nowhere to go, head in a knot

Riding it out, turbulent air
Last one to jump, first one to land
Crumbling up, squeezing your hand
Pillar of salt, castle of sand

Chewing our lips, killing our plans
Burning that bridge, spare no expense
Looking like shit and struggling to stand

Hold me down or hold my hand
It really makes no difference
Pull me out before the end
We played it like a violin

Never meant
Never did
No surprise
You weren't looking
No survivors innocent
Exactly how it's always been"