Тексты песен «Running To Persia»

She set for Amsterdam On the next plane to see her mother It's not been going well We can see that We can see it bothers her Her mother's forgetting things She's beginning to forget her story Time has been kind to her...

Cain born one restless summer Ivy creeping thick into the fields Eve had her darling Abel As one autumn curled into a dream And a heavy voice fell silent in the west Cain watched his mother hold Sweet Abel to her...

I read that life's a state of mind And truth is something hard to find When quandaries are a mortal kind We die so far behind I'm caught up in these mortal things My thoughts are grounded, stripped of wings Suspended...

3 AM silence is burning Each breath like a wasp in the nest That stings in the walls of my ribcage A weight pulling down on my chest. And the wolves at my door have gone wild Their voices scream lonely and thin But...

I wasn't myself, nothing felt right, aftertaste evening You shifted your gears, feigned a quick smile, thought about leaving I've been here before, thought to myself, feeling reclusive I buy and sell lies, pay with my...

Where you been Moriarty, I've been striking out in the dark here It's a hit or miss game, and I've missed a thousand times And you're off in Africa, chasing your dreams like you ought to Tell me kid have you found your...

Well the dog stole your paper and left you to think About the things you were afraid of, a world drowned in ink When you wrote every moment, and left them to sink I don't blame you, I don't blame you, anymore Like a...

She likes to make believe that she's right, and he'd give anything for a fight Or two, or three, or four, and he gets fed up, and storms out the door She starts her morning right, a cup of coffee when it still looks...

She likes to make believe that she's right, and he'd give anything for a fight Or two, or three, or four, and he gets fed up, and storms out the door She starts her morning right, a cup of coffee when it still looks...

Through the creek, dirty faces scratched up feet Dying sun, simple questions Down the road, telling stories as we go Greeted with, booms of laughter Well I thought you'd hung the moon I thought you'd hung the moon I...

I woke up this morning And the rain was pouring down I could hear it tapping on my roof And I started thinking Thinking about yesterday All the things I wish I'd never done What a way to wake up When regret just holds...