Texty: Greg Laswell. Three Flights From Alto Nido. Not Out.

I'm not gonna fall down today
Instead I will buckle my knees and sway
Against sweet memories
Against memories

I've gotta get outta here today
There is too much room in this bed where I lay
The street buzzes for me below
Buzzes for me

And if the breeze blows me down
I'll take my time to come around
But I'm not out, ooh I'm not out, ooh

Wish I could pull you down today
From that storm high up that's taking you away
What would you say to me?
What would you say to me?

And if the breeze blows me down
I'll take my time to come around
But I'm not out, ooh I'm not out, ooh
I'm not out, I'm not out, ooh

And I'm sure that I am tangled up in things
You said out loud to me so recklessly
And it's easier to sing the things I wanna say to you
So I'll sing you're losing me

My love you're losing me
My love are you losing me?
My love
(I'm not out, I'm not out, I'm not out)
(I'm not out, I'm not out, I'm not out)