Trampoline - The Spencer Davis Group

I don’t need directions

I can see the course

You don’t need to whisper baby

I’ve heard it all before

Hate and lemon under your nails

I don’t need protection

I don’t need to show your telling tail

I don’t need your prohibition

I don’t need to score

You can keep your liquor

Baby that’s for sure

Whine and silver under your feet

I don’t know what moves you

I can’t even see when i’m on my knees

Baby give that quiver to me

I can shoot an arrow through anything

Please don’t give me your reasons

I’ll never need them when I’m on my trampoline

I have seen the devil

Looking for the chord

I can make your carbon copy

Sullen and adored

Mercy and ashes under your hair

I don’t need revisions

I don’t need to fill

What isn’t there

CHORUS

Tolerance is petty

Misery is bored

Someone slipped the combination

Underneath the door

Tongue and courage under your skin

I don’t need your resolution

I don’t need to sort what could have been

CHORUS