Song Lyrics
Running fast you ll go down slow in the end, you ll wander around from place to place, take your head in hand and make your own demands
it takes time to love and open minds to love
Well life can be hard when you re holes in a card, and running fast you ll go down slow in the end
the freeway s concrete way won t show
And who s got time on their hands, it takes time to love and open minds to love
My sensory mind is too old to cry, the freeway s concrete way won t show
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can, take your head in hand and make your own demands Jefferson, disappear without a trace
Not ready to live and too strange to die, and running fast you ll go down slow in the end, you where to run or how to go
So stop your doubt push the world on by, and someone else will take your place, with your hand
You can fool your friends about the way it ends, or you ll crystallize on the shelf, my sensory mind is too old to cry
My sensory mind is too old to cry, it takes time to love and open minds to love, so stop your doubt push the world on by
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can, it takes time to love and open minds to love
But you can t fool yourself, and someone else will take your place Star, take your head in hand and make your own demands
Well life can be hard when you re holes in a card, my busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran
You where to run or how to go, disappear without a trace
And running fast you ll go down slow in the end, and running fast you ll go down slow in the end
with your hand
Take your head in hand and make your own demands, it takes time to love and open minds to love
you can fool your friends about the way it ends
you where to run or how to go
But you can t fool yourself, you can fool your friends about the way it ends
My sensory mind is too old to cry, the freeway s concrete way won t show
or you ll crystallize on the shelf
My sensory mind is too old to cry, well life can be hard when you re holes in a card
You ll wander around from place to place, my sensory mind is too old to cry
My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran, with your hand
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can, take your head in hand and make your own demands
well life can be hard when you re holes in a card
With your hand, in some electronic hand Track, and who s got time on their hands
but you can t fool yourself
Take your head in hand and make your own demands, you ll wander around from place to place, you can fool your friends about the way it ends
not ready to live and too strange to die
And running fast you ll go down slow in the end, not ready to live and too strange to die, but you can t fool yourself
My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran, disappear without a trace