Our Heads Are Round

your dreams kill me! so deep and

profound our thoughts can change

direction cos our heads are round but

i ain't leaving i have nowhere to go



i don't need to be liked the stress is too

much but when shove comes to push

I don't know who to trust i ain't leaving

I have no where to go you know I'm

staying 'cos my feet are too sore



you can hound me, hound me but i'm

not going down our thoughts can

change direction because our heads

are round



it's a writer's life i can get my feet up it

makes sense to change but now I've

made my mind up i ain't leaving I

have nowhere to go you know I'm

staying because my boots just won't go!