If you think this song is about you, it probably is

 Song of the day;;

→ Youngblood Hawke - We Come Running


When come running

We come running

We come running

We come running


Under a pale blue sky

You never felt so cold

Another sleepless night

How could you ever let go?

How do you recognize

The dirty face of gold

Behind that crooked line

Where you never knew you'd go


Headed for the open door

Tell me what you're waiting for

Look across the great divide

Soon they're gonna hear

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Never go where we belong

Echoes in the dead of dawn

Soon they're gonna know

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running


When the world's gone quiet (whoa)

I see you dancing slow (whoa)

Feeling satisfied

Where you never knew you'd go


Headed for the open door

Tell me what you're waiting for

Look across the great divide

Soon they're gonna hear

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Never go where we belong

Echoes in the dead of dawn

Soon they're gonna know

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running


Days go by

Feeling broke and tired

Remember

Always remember

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running


Headed for the open door

Tell me what you're waiting for

Look across the great divide

Soon they're gonna hear

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

The sound, the sound, the sound

When we come running


Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

When we come running

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, oh, oh

When we come running

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Wake me

Out of the cold