Lyrics Don't Trip, My Friend - NOMAD

Don't Trip, My Friend

Oh I look up at the Sun
It burns my eyes
And I try to blink it out
But a red ring stays inside
You were running down the street
And I was playing catch up
You were too fast on your feet
For me
Don’t you trip, my friend
You can stumble all you want in your
Half ripped jeans
The way you’d laugh and play along but just
Don’t trip, my friend
All the things we locked away
For no one else
Still our secrets live alone
In the corners of your home
And then you went running down the street
Oh love will make you crazy
You were too fast on your feet, for me
Don’t you trip, my friend
You can stumble all you want in your
Half ripped jeans
The way you’d laugh and play along but just
Don’t trip, my friend
But just don’t trip, my friend