Run on a Sunday
I can feel the air in my lungs
Hot on the grass
Hot when the wind doesn’t come
I can hear a singing crowd
Makes me wonder what they’ve found
Do you find it hard to feel alive?
When you’re so sure that you’ll never die
Walk past on the weekend
It got me thinking of the meaning of a Godsend
Flying colours replace the things I never see
Does this mean I’m blind
or does that mean I’m free
Walking back in a mood
Walking past on the weekend
Maybe I can go call-in
Maybe I can try see them
Standing out on the street,
maybe we can try meet
Standing out on thе street,
standing out on the street
Try, clear my mind
Just try
If I fall back in time
Three Hail Mary’s
Right bеfore you sleep for the night
Then you’ll be good
Then you’ll have luck on your side
Guess I’ll never really know
If it’s real or just fool’s gold
Do you find it hard to feel alive?
When you’re so sure that you’ll never die?