- cifra
Summer ride on the beach
And howl at the day
I've been hiding out so long
I gotta find another way
Late at night I wanna see you
Well my eyes, they begin to fade
Am I just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
And the real thing
Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
I've been holding on too long
In the howling of this cold
Recognize every face
But I ain't got everything I need
If I'm just living in the space between
The beauty and the pain
It's the strangest thing
Yeah, should-haves surrounding me
Surrounded by the whole
Surrounded by no other
I wanna ride home
Yeah, I can run slowly
Don't run away again
Yeah, I can run the stones
Don't run away again
I wanna run, I wanna run
Yeah, I can run the stones
Run the stones
