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  • Shape Of The Things To Come- EP 2013 (2013) 563 ×
  • My Heart Cannot Grow Old- EP 2013 (2013) 555 ×
  • Dancing Ghost- EP 2013 (2013) 613 ×
  • Higher Choice- Call Me Closer (2012) 813 ×
  • Dust Of Trust- Call Me Closer (2012) 502 ×
  • Running Out Song- Call Me Closer (2012) 407 ×
  • Illusions- Call Me Closer (2012) 416 ×
  • Generation- Call Me Closer (2012) 329 ×
  • Laugh- Call Me Closer (2012) 257 ×
  • Ballad Of The Boiled Eggs- Call Me Closer (2012) 247 ×
  • Where The World Is Too Small- Call Me Closer (2012) 226 ×
  • 7 minutes- Call Me Closer (2012) 210 ×
  • Stealing A Sight- Call Me Closer (2012) 190 ×
  • It's Because- Call Me Closer (2012) 183 ×

Text skladby Running Out Song


z alba Call Me Closer

It's time to show your muscles
and to show your bones
I don't care about faces
worms take it all
It's time to run out of the scene

Making a tree top journey
I really care
Leaves in the autumn childhood
hood on my/your head
I've never grow, I can't lie

Answers will disappear in a ground
Should it be normal when you found
questions from the age we´d never known
I've never put my head near yours

We have the reservation for a theatre performance
We cannot leave before it comes to an end
You are part of me and part of me you could be
Hanging on the seatbelt, it's all about your family tree

Pink roses across the same road
roots in the ground
the same blocks still in the same trip
We cannot hold on
Irremovable obstructions

The same waking up with the breakfast
the same independence
the same sleeping in the bedroom
the same crazy nightmares
the same loud living of our lives

We have the reservation for a theatre performance
We cannot leave before it comes to an end
You are part of me and part of me you could be
Hanging on the seatbelt, it's all about your family tree

It still has a basement rhythm blues
We still put on the same dancing shoes
and try to fill in a missing vice
When were we lying for the last time?