Take your eyes off me There's nothing here to see Just trying to keep my head together And as we make our vow Let us remember how There's nothing good that lasts forever
Time out on the running boards We're running Through a world that lost its meaning Trying to find a way to love This running Ain't no kind of freedom
Feel the touch of grief You stand in disbelief Can steal the earth from right beneath you And falling in so far They know just where you are Yeah, but there ain't no way to reach you
Time out on the running boards We're running Through a world that lost its meaning Trying to find a way to love This running Ain't no kind of freedom Of freedom Yeah, yeah...
It's time to clean these boots Fold up these parachutes The word's goodbye, but I can't say it The end is close at hand I think we understand There ain't no use trying to deny it
(CHORUS X2)
Fasten on my mask I'm bending to the task I know this work is never finished And if I close my eyes I can still see you dancing Laughing loud and undiminished
Compositor: David Gray (Gray Mark David) ECAD: Obra #1131158 Fonograma #1098500