Song Lyrics

Big blue eyes loiter behind
A frame of tinted glass
Doors closed, air pressurised
Dress smart
Dress as you'd mean to go
Your whole life
Out of your hands


Maybe it's all for the best
You've been white knuckling
Clenched every buckle and bump
And you're running
Or are you fighting?
It just all looks the same
Looks the same, nothing's changed


Early forgettable years conditioned these fears so irrational
Oh how the days without fear are the days so forgettable
Nothing like a funeral to put the fear of god in you
Where's the man in you?
Maybe I'll see you as I board the plane
Oh the thought of bumping in to you
The only thing that drove me
What am I to do now?


Maybe it's all for the best
You're a professional runaway
Oh how you never paid any attention to all the ones who really cared
Now there's no one left around to care


How did it all fall apart so suddenly
I was right here waiting patiently
And hardly even moving left alone
Still as stone
And soft as all the boys you've ever really known


Maybe it's all for the best but you never got to know me
I'm not saying I could have saved you but you know
I would have tried


Girl you know that I would have tried

Adam Roffey, Lewis Williams, Luke Caley

The duration of White Knuckling is 5:26 minutes and seconds.