Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Running Styles of New York, artist - The Tallest Man On Earth. Album song I Love You. It's a Fever Dream., in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Record label: AWAL Recordings America, Birds, Rivers
Song language: English
The Running Styles of New York |
I hear beauty in things like the neighbors return to their love and pride |
Their day like a wicked ride |
But then to belong |
And their kids running by given riddles and tales for their way to be |
Little buddies, the mystery |
Of just being around |
And all that I fear is that all that I have given you |
Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control |
But I see the light in oh so many things out here |
And a lifetime gently now sits on the stairs to my home |
We’re running out |
But moving on |
Into the days of our grace returning |
And the dancer just turns until they spin fast enough for the biggest show |
Take some pics of the afterglow |
Then do it again |
I see stars in the sky and I wish they’d return to be in me now |
Make up for what I lack somehow |
When it’s all been too much |
And all that I fear is that all that I have given you |
Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control |
But I see the light in oh so many things out here |
And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home |
We’re running out |
But moving on |
Into the days of our grace returning |
And I’m curly to the bone |
But then you straighten me again |
I carry you to bed |
Let the hours sweep away |
Your day has been hard |
I will whisper to heal and not wake up the listening thoughts in me |
They’re revealing dark poetry |
And this shadow they sell |
There is beauty out here like peculiar running styles some are wild |
And the breath on the other side |
Of getting around |
And all that I fear is that all that I have given you |
The ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control |
But I see the light in oh so many things out here |
And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home |
We’re running out |
But moving on |
Into the days of our grace returning |
We’re running out |
But moving on |
Into the days of our grace returning |