Keep Me Here

Gemma Hayes · The Roads Don't Love You [2005]

Caught up in a little town

Wasted dream, both devout

Just to see how hard he can make me cry

Man, we do it to ourselves



Caught up in what we don't say

Pretending that we love living straight

Just to see how hard i can make you cry

Man, we do it to ourselves



Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say

There's nothing to keep me here

The line that brought you to me will take you away

I'm standing in front of you

I'm a million miles away



Blackness, blackness, all around

What holds you up eventually pulls you down

After all that is golden is slipping through our hands

Man, well we do it to ourselves



Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say

There's nothing to keep me here

The line that brought me to you will take me away

I'm standing in front of you

I'm a million miles away



Now we stand face to face, got nothing to say

There's nothing to keep me here

The line that brought you to me will take you away

I'm standing in front of you

I'm a million miles away



I'm standing in front of you

I'm a million miles away