Sliding - Roddy Hart & The Lonesome Fire

In a fog of unbearable whiteness

I met my reckoning

In the pit of my chest was a tightness

I swore would do me in

Squaring up to the dream, I would scream and shout, it

Really freaked me out, it

Was the strangest thing

And I don’t really know why I’d even doubt it

I was sure about it

But now I’m swithering

And I can feel it all

Sliding

Away

From me

And I can feel it all

Sliding

It’s getting hard to breathe

With our heads below the sea

In the cut and the thrust of a nightmare

My soul was trembling

When I woke with a choke, you were right there

Like pure adrenaline

Squaring up to the dream, I would scream and shout, it

Really freaked me out, it

Was the strangest thing

And I don’t really know why I’d even doubt it

I was sure about it

But now I’m swithering

And I can feel it all

Sliding

Away

From me

And I can feel it all

Sliding

It’s getting hard to breathe

With our heads below the sea

With our heads below the sea

You wanna crucify me

Well, go ahead and try

You wanna crucify me

Well, go ahead and try

I’m doing well

Can’t you tell that I’m

Over the worst of it

Over the worst of it

I’m doing well

Can’t you tell that I’m

Over the worst of it

Over the worst of it

(and I can feel it all) I’m doing well

(sliding) can’t you tell that I’m

(away) over the worst of it

(from me) over the worst of it

(and I can feel it all) I’m doing well

(sliding) can’t you tell that I’m

(it's getting hard) over the worst of it

(to breathe) over the worst of it