Art - Louque

Текст песни

Headed down
cannot run
taken all resolve
Life’s delay
for these vacant sips bleed
Im Drowning
I feel you running, keep running, your times coming
I feel you running, a sweet buring, your last glory
on the line, and i won’t be late
but this time all this pure’s gone bare
dont know why
I feel you running, keep running, your times coming
I feel you running, a sweet burning, your last glory
ah, ah, you wont take, what i have, and make it all wrong
i dont think you hear me now, we’re going, high on
the red line, we’re gonna sing, our song
forever gonna be on our own line
rolling, headlight, hold on