Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreaming Of, artist - Foals. Album song Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Part II, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Foals, Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Dreaming Of |
I thought I saw you, dancing with dirty feet |
Broken records, slightly out of reach |
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires |
Back then before there were crossed wires? |
Are you longing, hands up in the air? |
Broken flowers twisting in your hair |
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time |
Way back when before you crossed the line? |
You cut and run |
You cut and run |
You cut and run |
I am the one |
Empty rooms, dancing on your own |
Broken flowers from a broken home |
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time |
Way back when before you crossed the line? |
Thought I saw ya, dancing with tired feet |
Longing hours, records on repeat |
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires |
Back then before there were crossed wires? |
But you cut and run |
When you see the trouble come |
You cut and run |
Once the damage has been done |
You cut and run |
When you see the trouble come |
I am the one |
'Cause you’re always crashing that same car |
And the apple don’t seem to fall too far |
And there’s always icebergs in the way |
Of all the sorries that you ought to say |
You want to feel like the way that you did back then |
You want to push back the hands and start it again |
You want to feel like the way that you did back then |
You want to push back the hands and start it again |
You want to feel like the way that you did back then |
You want to push back the hands and start it again |
You want to feel like the way that you did back then |
You want to push back the hands and start it again |
You want to feel like the way that you did back then |
But you cut and run |
When you see the trouble come |
You cut and run |
Once the damage has been done |
You cut and run |
When you see the trouble come |
I am the one |
You, you’re always crashing the same car |
But the apple don’t seem to fall too far |
And there’s always icebergs in the way |
Of all the sorries that you ought to say |
So you don’t come back around this town |
Always causing trouble or just fooling 'round |
'Cause there’s always something in the way |
Of all the sorries that you ought to say |