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Run è stato pubblicato il 11 ottobre 2025 da Lydia the Bard come parte dell'album The Woods
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Data di uscita11 ottobre 2025
EtichettaLydia the Bard
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM96

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lydia the Bard
Lydia the Bard
Lead Vocals
Ben Tomalin
Ben Tomalin
Cello
Darragh Chaplin
Darragh Chaplin
Acoustic Guitar
Josh Leigh
Josh Leigh
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Tomalin
Ben Tomalin
Composer
Darragh Chaplin
Darragh Chaplin
Composer
Lydia Buckley
Lydia Buckley
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lydia the Bard
Lydia the Bard
Producer
Ben Tomalin
Ben Tomalin
Producer
Darragh Chaplin
Darragh Chaplin
Producer
Liam Gunning
Liam Gunning
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Snarling shadows
And the winds are howling
Breathes are shallow
Hollow sun disavows
Faster and faster until dawn ascends
You trip and you fall and you get up again
Don't you see how this cursed fairytale will end
This chase is farce to which you're all condemned
Run run run run run
Run run run run run
Run run run run run
Run run run run run
Chase the trees
And run for the sun
Bones break before the daylight
Chase the trees
And run for the sun
Tear through the night, stay alive
Pray to the predators what they say
But Prey should know better than to obey
Run run for the sun
Ruthless night will spare no one
Faith retreating
And it leaves you drowning
Life is fleeting
Why not yield and lie down?
Faster and faster as darkness descends
You trip and you fall but can't get up again
This tale it was written with blood staining pen
You're here for this page but won't see how it ends
Run run run run run
Run run run run run
Run run run run run
Run run run run
Run
Chase the trees
And run for the sun
Bones break before the daylight
Chase the trees
And run for the sun
Tear through the night, stay alive
Pray to the predators what they'd say
But Prey should know better than to obey
Run run for the sun
Ruthless night will spare
How do I escape
The air that's in my lungs
His bark commands the breeze
And trees all bite their tongues
The wood bends to his will
Even the moon bows low
No way out, no solace, nowhere to go
Hunter owns the wood
Hunter owns the view
Hunter owns the day
Hunter owns me too
So caught up in the chase
No time to play with
When your mind is full and all you think is
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Written by: Ben Tomalin, Darragh Chaplin, Lydia Buckley
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