Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Busy Streets, artist - Courier. Album song Courier, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 31.07.2017
Record label: Courier
Song language: English
Busy Streets |
| Set my eyes on open road |
| A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load |
| Caring costs more than we think |
| These parts and tires create a fire in every blink |
| As my mind drifts from the wheel |
| Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel |
| I’ve come to love this time alone |
| Long passed the place where I’m to face the grinding stone |
| We bend, but we send, a sense that we won’t bleed |
| Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see |
| If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part |
| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car |
| Pass the place they made of gold |
| Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won’t grow old |
| Would you care to realize |
| The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize? |
| We bend, and we send, a sense that we don’t see |
| Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be |
| If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar |
| Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car |
| As my mind drifts from the wheel |
| Drawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal |
| We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed |
| Broken fence, and we reckon, someone’s soul will bleed |
| If I’m dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar |
| Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car |
| Bridge |
| I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt |
| Caring costs more than we think |
| Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink |