Belt from Mercy Me by Elspeth Anne

Give him his belt, in case he needs to go
He could do it himself, it’s what he deserves
Hand her the paper, she’ll find out somehow
Might as well be breakfast, boiling over
And crashing through, crashing through
Crashing through, crashing through, crashing through

Do you have any bright ideas? A shot of oxygen to the brain
Oh I will make a plan for you, for I know I will be blamed
Stand back and give him a rope and a dry river bed
So good with his hands, sure he will get there
And go crashing through, crashing through
Crashing through, crashing through, crashing
Crashing through, crashing through
Crashing through, crashing through, crashing through

I was in the gorge when you called, pure panic
Could not find a breath as if I had done it
I was in the gorge when you called, pure panic
Could not find a breath as if I had done it

Fearlessly flapping was never really brave
It’s an easy ride to the beach the other side of the world
But give me a minute with him on the road
Law no witness, Heaven keeps note

• Alternative
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