Low - Lauren Aquilina, Vaults

Been shut down one too many times

I’m embedded in the ground

These critics don’t know how to lie

I just wish I could mute all their mouths

And I know, we all get low

But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

I really don’t

The peaks and troughs they hit us all

We all live in the waves we’ve created

Wouldn’t know we’re flying without the falls

But I’m underground screaming for something

And I know, we all get low

But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

(I really don’t)

Too deep to see the waterline

Too young to know that I’ll be fine

The fragile always fall apart

You make my ache your art

Too deep to see the waterline

Too young to know that I’ll be fine

The fragile always fall apart

You make my ache your art

And I know, we all get low

But I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

No I don’t know how I’m gonna get up from this one

I really don’t

I really don’t