Rose Brokenshire - type two Lyrics

Times we've had are often so much better in our heads
'Type two' had me feeling dead
Savoury fun with all my sweetest friends that I love
Sometimes the suffering's enough
All this work just to break my bones
But the sticks and stones can be fun
Pocket snacks, I can't feel my toes
But the mountains bring me home
Thanks for sharing your candy, my cliff bar's frozen like a rock
This always happens, I just forgot
I've got Bengal Spice
It isn't much, but it's hot
And somehow always hits the spot
Eight hours up for an hour-long run
We're not crazy, we're just havin' fun
Scared to death 'bout those cliffs ahead
But the snows fresh, so it's gettin' done
Scared to death 'bout those cliffs ahead
But the snows fresh, so it's gettin' done.
All this work just to break my bones
But the sticks and stones can be fun.
Eight hours up for an hour-long run
We're not crazy, we're just gettin'er done.
Pocket snacks, I can't feel my toes
But the mountains bring me home.