Testo Come Down

So I came to the grey,
waiting for the storm,
to give up where it came from.

And the noise in my head
makes me feel the same.
So I might never come down.
Save my mind from the calm down.

In the pull. On the take.
Until somebody comes,
to give up what I stayed for.

Save my mind.
Take it somewhere slow.
Take my time,
somewhere it don’t know for the fall out.

And my hands maybe shake,
but I got something straight.
So I might never come round.
Save my mind.
Take it somewhere slow.
Take my time.
Somewhere it don’t know.
The fallout hardly brings me round.
Save my mind from the come down