Louque - Art

Headed down

cannot run

taken all resolve

Life’s delay

for these vacant sips bleed

Im Drowning

I feel you running, keep running, your times coming

I feel you running, a sweet buring, your last glory

on the line, and i won’t be late

but this time all this pure’s gone bare

dont know why

I feel you running, keep running, your times coming

I feel you running, a sweet burning, your last glory

ah, ah, you wont take, what i have, and make it all wrong

i dont think you hear me now, we’re going, high on

the red line, we’re gonna sing, our song

forever gonna be on our own line

rolling, headlight, hold on