Senator & The New Republic - Overcalculating lyrics

rate me

There's no gold in them hills

And there's never gonna be a cloud

With silver all around, it's just not found.

Dirt on my window sill

And the flowers have all turned brown.

Dying in the cold hard ground, without a sound.

And I can be so under appreciative

And you can be so over calculating

And that's alright.

There's no gold in them hills

And there's never gonna be a cloud

With silver all around, it's just not found.

And I can be so under appreciative

And you can be so over calculating

And I can be so over calculating

And that's alright.