Love the run but not the race All alone in a silent way World drifts in and the world's a stranger
In a light, eclipsed and alienated In a time, occupied and invaded Can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running
In the hills where the tall weed grows Hands are tied and won't let go Can't escape this place without leaving the world behind
In a light, ashamed and humiliated In a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade The soul is bent, feels the weight of truth Falling through Left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains Where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running
In a light, paralyzed and spirits fading Out of time, must decide to fall or run Into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen Make it right, or fall to the other side Where fields are burning You'll always hit the ground running Running RunningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
