Back on Hastings Pier
Hold me up, oh hold me up
I'm barely standing on my own
In a not so hidden hint that
You might like to take me home
I thought you'd work it all out
Not stop and watch me fall down
This isn't happening how I meant it at all.
Back on Hastings Pier Stood in the rain
Half of an idea to try again As the weather clears
The moment's changed
I'll say it when the time is right.
Holding in, oh holding in Words on repeat inside of me Hoping there will be a chance To use before they're obsolete This song is not about you But how I am without you
This isn't happening how I meant it at all. This song is not all about you
Autor(es): AMELIA FLETCHER, ROBERT PURSEY
