Running Out - Mates of State

You have the upper hand to open up the door

Running out, running out

Running out shouldn’t give youth back

I have a hardened chain connected to my arms

Running out, shouldn’t pull apart

Let’s trade this tired home, for all it’s worth in paper

Running out, you react

Tired of singing

Oooh oooh oooh

You’re tied up, (never) tied of singing

Tired of singing

Revolutionary minds, never know to draw the line

Running out, like a fire so sweet

This will bring you closer (you want it)

Imitating Bransby imitating them

This will bring you closer, never have to say it

Tired of singing