Lyrics of Running from the rain
Thursday

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Release date : 01/01/2006
Duration : 0:04:
Style : Rock
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There was a sound split all the heavens apart
In the northern view out in a southern spark
Oh, i will be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected in broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
Will it ache every time i hear the storm
Running behind me?
There were some younger kids
Who followed the tracks that day
It was a passing afternoon
That came and took them all away
So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass
Underneath the billboard dreams
Oh, i will be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected in broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
Will it ache every time i hear the storm?
It's running all over me, running from the rain
It's running on, it's running out
It's running on, it's running out
Away, away, away running from the rain
Away, away, away running from the rain
See the steam in the distant hills
See the rooftops glitter in the sun
Hear the summer counting down
Running out running from the rain
Operator, operator did you lose your way
When you got that call your brother made?
You're sick of running and you know it's true
You're coming back, running from the rain
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