Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song born to Run, artist - K-OS.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
born to Run |
Murder heart, creep show |
Same old thing on the radio |
Who’s that coming 'round |
Suffering popularity breakdown |
I think it’s funny that |
That I got stopped when I’m walking the streets |
Walking down streets, walking down paths |
With the kids in the back way I said |
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter |
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter |
I was running around with my head in the sand |
Looking for pupil in a new fan |
She told me before, baby do your own dance |
Stay off the highway |
That doesn’t mean you were born to run |
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted |
We don’t believe in a heaven above |
That’s why we’re back to the place that we started |
That doesn’t mean you were born to run |
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted |
As sure as the stars in the skies above |
We’re going back to the place that we started |
We fell from sky and universe |
When we fell in love with the sound |
Of the birds and all the ocean likes |
And the gravity pulling us down |
Time won’t let you go |
There are some things you’ll never know |
I’m hoping that she walks through the door |
I’m in Love |
If the sky would fall |
Will it take that to bring us together? |
Do we have to start all over again? |
That doesn’t mean you were born to run |
Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted |
We don’t believe in a heaven above |
That’s why we’re back to the place that we started |
Born to run until we fell in love |
Born to run until we fell |
Born to run until we fell in love |
Born to run until we fell… |
Murder heart, creep show |
Same old thing on the radio |
Who’s that coming 'round? |
Suffering popularity breakdown |
I think it’s funny that |
That I got harassed when I’m walking the streets |
Walking down streets, walking down paths |
With the kids in the back way I said |
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter |
If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter |
I was running around with my head in the sand |
Looking for a pupil in a new fan |
Told me before, baby do your own dance |
Stay off the highway |