The subtle shift inside, a battle's won
The inside killed the outside
And I'm sorry if I let you think better of me
But you were holding on too tight
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
It's out of our hands
It's out of our hands this time
The night's collapsing on us now, you'll feel better when you go
You didn't push me, little one, I jumped on my own
And I'm glad as I release my grip
I'm picking up speed, no-one will follow us here
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
It's out of our hands, it's out of our hands this time
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
It's out of our hands, it's out of our hands this time
Meet me at the back of the crowd
This could be our time to slip away
You say the bigger you dream
The smaller your street looks in the rain
Ah come on now, but you and I know now
It's so much more now than just being bored
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
It's out of our hands, it's out of our hands this time
Maybe we'll fall, maybe we'll fly
It's out of our hands, it's out of our hands this time
Out Of Our Hands was written by Gemma Hayes.
Out Of Our Hands was produced by David Odlum & Gemma Hayes.