Besedila: Thursday. Running From The Rain.

There was a sound
Split all the heavens apart
In on the northern view
Out on the southern spark

Oh I'll be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected on the broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
We will make it time before the storm
Running behind me

There were some younger kids who followed the tracks that day
It was a passing afternoon that came and took them away
So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass under the billboard dreams

Oh I'll be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected on the broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
We will make it time before the storm

It's running on. It's running out.
It's running on. It's running out.

Away, away, away. Running from the rain.
Away, away, away. Running from the rain.

I need to get them out
It's the right time to crash is it not?
You were all counting down, running on
Running from the rain
On the rearview mirror can you take it away?
You got that car you brought on me
Keep running knowing that you were coming back
Running from the rain