Text: Finger Eleven. Greyest Of Blue Skies. Drag You Down.

It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding
It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling

The perfect sound of middle ground
Pull me under before I try to drag you down
Someone has to pull me under before I try and drag you
Drag you, drag you down

They're fighting, they're growing
They're fighting and they're growing
I'm biting, I'm teething, I'm biting, they're bleeding

The perfect sound of middle ground
Pull me under before I try to drag you down
Someone has to pull me under before I try to drag you
Drag you, drag you down

Biting and teething and bleeding

Pull me under before I try to drag you down
Someone has to pull me under before I try to drag you down
Someone has to pull me under before I try to drag you down
Someone has to pull me under before I try to drag you
Drag you, drag you down