Run from Safety Songtext
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These double entendres and bills that we've laundered
these mountains are molehills and the gypsy boys wander
in search of their first love, in castles up high
when pressed upon it, these words are just lies
It's proof I'm awake the the truth I can't break
as long as you take a hold of my neck
we strangle each word, till it all sounds absurd
and then your healing get blurred, 'cause sounds are all we got
these mountains are molehills and the gypsy boys wander
in search of their first love, in castles up high
when pressed upon it, these words are just lies
It's proof I'm awake the the truth I can't break
as long as you take a hold of my neck
we strangle each word, till it all sounds absurd
and then your healing get blurred, 'cause sounds are all we got
Love is top draw, like an old pair of socks
neatly tucked away, that my grandmother bought me
with the savings she had, every Christmas morn,
and now I'm feeling so bad, 'cause all my socks are torn up
These judges and juries, convene in a hurry
but there's no need to worry, 'cause their sans can't hurt me
and the powers they've got, oh they seem like a lot
oh I just ain't enough to stop the meaningful stuff
So keep dressing yourselves, one leg at a time
keep stacking those shelves with empty bottles of wine
and this basement we're in, it's a fool-worthy mess
we're all living in sin and we couldn't care less
This windstone we're pissing is quite the conniption
the soul jurisdiction, we all bleed with conviction
wrestling demons, on an empty platform
and our elders are screaming
?why won't you come back home why won't you come back home
why can't you come back home?
?Well I don't think so?
?Why can't you come back home
we need you to come back?
As long as we run from safety
we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety
we'll find a way out here
we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybe
neatly tucked away, that my grandmother bought me
with the savings she had, every Christmas morn,
and now I'm feeling so bad, 'cause all my socks are torn up
These judges and juries, convene in a hurry
but there's no need to worry, 'cause their sans can't hurt me
and the powers they've got, oh they seem like a lot
oh I just ain't enough to stop the meaningful stuff
So keep dressing yourselves, one leg at a time
keep stacking those shelves with empty bottles of wine
and this basement we're in, it's a fool-worthy mess
we're all living in sin and we couldn't care less
This windstone we're pissing is quite the conniption
the soul jurisdiction, we all bleed with conviction
wrestling demons, on an empty platform
and our elders are screaming
?why won't you come back home why won't you come back home
why can't you come back home?
?Well I don't think so?
?Why can't you come back home
we need you to come back?
As long as we run from safety
we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety
we'll find a way out here
we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybe
as long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybe
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