Chasing Down the Sun

It’s 5 am and the world keeps on moving…
My blurry vision’s still lying to me…

Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels just right

When I look into this dark ocean,
I’m thinking about my friends.
My throat is dry and my thoughts heavy,
I know what’s important to me.

Let these shores of twilight be our last escape.

Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtain falls down again.
Get away, get away, get away
before our feelings collapse in vain.

Let these songs of passion be our last escape.

I’ve grown so sick of the truth in the last years,
but there’s something true that I still like to say:
“Life’s kind of ironic in the way it makes
you forget everything but all of your mistakes.”

Singing and singing and singing in the night,
Singing and singing in the night
and it feels alright

So this rose never dies, No! This rose will never die.II doubt, but I’ll keep on moving,
It’s the meaning of devotion.

Let these words of trouble be our last escape.

Let’s get away, get away, get away
before the curtains drawn on our fun.
Get away, get away, get away
before it all catches up with us.

Let these lovely memories be our last escape.

Let these memories be our last escape…


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