Run Songtext
von Dark Time Sunshine

Architect like Audi would mind
You need to write down what you saw
Just as soon as the dreams out of time
Don′t wanna forget what you saw do you? (Nope)
Every single note that you jot down could lead forth and continue through
What made you relapse in the same setting
Segway into every place you've been
While asleep from childhood to bedding
What you are able to willing to see with open mind
We are the soundtrack of HEAVEN SPACE AND MANKIND


Able to flatline without taking a life
An ordinary orbit, orbison and pet shop like
A touch of afterlife so I ever survive
You don′t believe in anything except how to provide
After the limey light, can't seem to get it tight
Maybe we're built for only loneliness and cold fright.
This is the only mindstate we′ve ever been to.
Except that you don′t know what you about to get into (AWAKE)
Is what you oughta be you gotta be wanderin round when walking with me
Eventually you gotta (RUN RUN)

Soak the streets as we wander upon these instrumentals
Tamper with physical proof that there's unusual
Things that we can′t explain, GOOD, as well as, BAD, Medium
Palm reader like lines that tell you how long you have
Along with astrologists, terrors on the shore all the way to miracles happen in all 34
Follow a star it takes you north but don't forget to bring a gift
Me and Zavala be the score and soundtrack that laces all of this

Cadillac, Audi, Porsche, Corvett and a Peacoat
For when you take a bulletrain all the way to a stage coach
R.E.M. Midnight Oil, Red Denim Trousers
With a Velvet Fedora and some Binoculars for close browsers
You mean browsing? Yes chap that′s what I meant
Rat-a-tat like sin to the ment
Conditions when poppin a wheelie on my paper route we hittin ya door
The news wrapped up in black in white, what more could you ask for?


We like that RCA dog upon your phono
Craftmanship is thought too in mono and put to blow you
Out of the way, a speaker exterior when it's stereo
Scenario, itwasario, No Heart, Burial Fuel
Indian Fossils form matter to flow rancid
Cohen to Luger built for the passive to spin you backwards
We′re lettin the never lease out my mechanical pencil
Now I use a G1 as my main writing Utensil. OKAY