My grip could get lighter And money's so tight i've found I'm not much of a survivor. Fairground aint stopping in this train If you're slipping i'm sliding Never heard of solid ground Ever light on the horizon Is getting washed out by the sound. Must mean its the law Season But theres no reason To give up On this We'll stay high on the Promise That the low Season soon to go Meaning We'll be right Honest We'll be right. My shouts should be whispers And honey your right i drawned Treading water with blisters I guess that the water Just found me out. If you're running I'm Fighting I swear summer will make you proud In every way you're so surprising But i'm just expected to be found. In the low Season But theres no reason To give up On this We'll stay high on the Promise That the low Season soon to go Meaning We'll be right Honest We'll be right. This is the low... This is the low... This is the low... This is the low.