Speeding (Rudimental)

With the lights down low, She waited home He never called the phone, He never picked her up just like he said he would And so she sent him loving messages Ask him straight what this is The light down low, She waited home He never called the phone, He never picked her up just like he said he would And so she sent him loving messages Ask him Straight What this is Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling My black and blue a-against the wall, wall..ah-oh My scream is muted-ed as we fa-all You never stick around, fade into your background Now this is ish, it's - it's out the window..oh..ah-oh And I'm driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling Driving speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling A flash of all your childish games, games, ah-ames Remains as we're standing face-to-face Yeah, for always playing that field My defence stands with no shield Now this is-h is out the window and I'm.. The lights down low, She waited home He never called the phone, He never picked her up just like he said he would And so she sent him loving messages Ask him straight what this is Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling Driving, speeding, believing, friday evening, feeling