Cross-Town Fade

We brought in rhythm, not about to sing
Insane and rhythm, worried 'bout a thing
Guess that ain't right
Whoa, baby, whoa

Clocks running further, leaning on the night
All the dirty singers, stealing from the light
And that ain't wrong
Run, baby, run

We're further
Out on the beat

All the faded memories, we're floating now
Invade the ceiling, rollin' on the wall
I've been rung
I've been torn

Clocks running further, turning on the fear
In front of daylight, holding on the beat
I try to hide
Nowhere to run
Cross-town fade
Write on the wall

Clocks running further, leaving all the time
Inside the rhythm, keeping on the rhyme
As I been out
Down for the count
Cross-town fade
Write on the wall



Credits
Writer(s): Erik William Johnson
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