This Hell Where We Belong - Humming House

Around and around and around again

I’m not dizzy from the whiskey in my head

Now we’re on the ground

But we’re not laying

Til you offer me a spare helping hand

Will you leave me or deceive me

Or just keep me in this hell where we belong

I am sound, I am stronger than

All the cold forsaken depths of your regret

Tell me now

I won’t ask again

But please tell what we’re holding, my old friend