Running Down the Street
Can you feel the wind blow it's changing all our lives
The art possessed in photographs the patron saint of time
Will we find the innocence when we close our eyes
All the stars will fall someday when heavy are the skies I see you
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one, but we all wait for time
Running down the street chasing after life
All the world is covered, shadows cast on lights
When we're trapped inside ourselves, we're swallowed up inside
This life will wait for no one, but we all wait for life
Sometimes when we fall asleep, awake in the half light I see you
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Running down the street chasing after life
The art we sense in photographs, the patron saint of time
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Running down the street
Nothing on our feet
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Time, time chasing after life
The art possessed in photographs the patron saint of time
Will we find the innocence when we close our eyes
All the stars will fall someday when heavy are the skies I see you
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one, but we all wait for time
Running down the street chasing after life
All the world is covered, shadows cast on lights
When we're trapped inside ourselves, we're swallowed up inside
This life will wait for no one, but we all wait for life
Sometimes when we fall asleep, awake in the half light I see you
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Running down the street chasing after life
The art we sense in photographs, the patron saint of time
Running down the street in our old neighborhood
Nothing on our feet, the essence of our youth
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Running down the street
Nothing on our feet
Time waits for no one but we all wait for time
Time, time chasing after life
Credits
Writer(s): David Stevens
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