Laura Stevenson Runner Lyrics
Runner by Laura Stevenson
To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie
You said, "we're just spinning where we stand."
And if you cling to tokens for your life, you find
You wind up with imaginary men
Static transmit me
To the other side of another room in pieces
Like a steady beating
The summer hurts (6x)
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie
It's broken down 100,000 times
The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere
We're carving out our names into the air
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you
The summer hurts (6x)
And as for all your suffering, you won't escape
The sting until you're buried in the ground
The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name
You have been sinning since the day you came around
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you
The summer hurts (6x)
You said, "we're just spinning where we stand."
And if you cling to tokens for your life, you find
You wind up with imaginary men
Static transmit me
To the other side of another room in pieces
Like a steady beating
The summer hurts (6x)
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie
It's broken down 100,000 times
The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere
We're carving out our names into the air
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you
The summer hurts (6x)
And as for all your suffering, you won't escape
The sting until you're buried in the ground
The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name
You have been sinning since the day you came around
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you
The summer hurts (6x)