A Soft Place To Land - Kathleen Edwards

Calling it quits

You think this is easy

I swear I heard you calling the jury

Call it a catch

Without any strings attached

Well I’m looking for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands

I’m looking for a soft place to land

I call it an ace

You’ve gotta believe me

But you’re calling me names not to my face

But you’re calling my spade a bluff

Calling it love

Call me in the night

I don’t mind, I don’t care, I can’t sleep

Call me in the day, in my car, on my way

Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say

Well I’m looking for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands

I’m looking for a soft place to land

The forest floor

The palms of your hands, palms of your hands