Head Down by Campbell King

my fake gold
is cold around my throat
we smoke through open windows
watch the people below
they'll never know
that we know
the way we hold each other
when the lights are low

yeah i love you
and you know that
but i've got to go
am i bold enough
to be on my own
if i keep on running
they'll never know

keep your head down
push your chest out
they'll never know
try not to say
anything at all

if you have to speak
make it low
when you have to fight
make it slow

please hold yourself with softness
when you get home

• Alternative
• London