Lyrics

Crowds of people swim to shore, Down the gates they beat the door. Their heads are Filled with love and law. I saw you in St Peter's Square, The clouds of angels watched us there, If they heard us Then they didn't care. So bring down your home towns We'll die like all the peace and war In these walls if we wait Here for heartache, Watching while our hands shake. So let the devil bite his tongue Let the trees dream of their sun, 'Cause they'll catch us Even if we try to run. So throw down all your hopes and plans We'll die like all the peace and war In these walls if we wait One more minute, With our heads still spinning in here. With the summer behind us, They'll be nowhere to hide, to hide. And i'd run for my life but nowhere feel right this time, this time. Well with the summer behind us, They'll be nowhere to hide, to hide. And i'd run for my life but nowhere feel right this time, this time.
Writer(s): James Paul Dale, John James Herbert, Jake Roy Alan Bowser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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