Speeding - Rudimental

With the lights down low,

She waited home

He never called the phone,

He never picked her up just like he said he would

And so she sent him loving messages

Ask him straight what this is

The light down low,

She waited home

He never called the phone,

He never picked her up just like he said he would

And so she sent him loving messages

Ask him Straight What this is

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

My black and blue a-against the wall, wall.

ah-oh

My scream is muted-ed as we fa-all

You never stick around, fade into your background

Now this is ish, it’s — it’s out the window.oh.ah-oh

And I’m driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

Driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

A flash of all your childish games, games, ah-ames

Remains as we’re standing face-to-face

Yeah, for always playing that field

My defence stands with no shield

Now this is-h is out the window and I’m.

The lights down low,

She waited home

He never called the phone,

He never picked her up just like he said he would

And so she sent him loving messages

Ask him straight what this is

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling

Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling