Falling in Between Days

Broke my arm falling back
She said she's never coming
living with my family
I guess life has other plans.

Falling in-between days
My worlds moved many ways
three days back at work
but my mind had other plans
my mind had other plans.

I turn in bed at night
seeing pictures of my ideal future
I turn at night
dreaming.

I turn in bed at night
seeing pictures of my ideal life
I turn at night
dreaming.

Started talking in March
Her voice, a rose-tinted past,
I'd walk across London
Just to stand down below.

She's scared to go outside
scared to travel now,
I'd talk to her window
cos we're lonely and lost

I turn in bed at night
seeing pictures of my ideal future
I turn at night
dreaming.

I turn in bed at night
seeing pictures of my ideal life
I turn at night
dreaming.