The Commonfield

It's a twenty-four seven song
 And a night that's very long
 But it's not that big deal
 It's only how I feel
 [bad word] on too strong?
 I'm just trying to pull my weight
 It's a challenge to endure the pressure and the blur

 This is [bad word] ground
 We're constantly between the lines
 And somewhere, somehow
 I'll find you:II

 It's a twenty-four seven thought
 That I might have stayed too long
 So please go ahead in advance
 Because I will follow you
 I will follow you
 You've got everything you'll ever need
 In the twenty-first century
 Will you tell me if you disagree?
 You've got everything you need.

 Will you carry me? Can you bare my weight?
 Can you bare my weight? Will you carry me?
 Can you you bare my, bare my weight?

 This is [bad word] ground
 We're constantly between the lines
 And somewhere, somehow
 I'll find you

 This is [bad word] ground
 We're constantly between the lines
 And somewhere, somehow
 I'll find you