Song | The Field |
Artist | Casualties of Cool |
Album | Casualties of Cool |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Young boy on the sun | |
The game has begun | |
Feel that the pressure is on | |
The outcome is dear | |
From the addle? to here | |
Run, run, hustle, and run | |
And if he falls | |
God help us all | |
The bend? is opening there? | |
We’re all just kids | |
Trying to belong | |
Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
The fields are uneven | |
The players still small | |
The ball goes right over our heads | |
Me I’m in the background | |
Playing with daisies | |
Dreaming of days | |
Spent in bed | |
We’re all just kids | |
Walking it off | |
As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
But we’re all just kids | |
Making a mess | |
As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
Oh we fall |
Young boy on the sun | |
The game has begun | |
Feel that the pressure is on | |
The outcome is dear | |
From the addle? to here | |
Run, run, hustle, and run | |
And if he falls | |
God help us all | |
The bend? is opening there? | |
We' re all just kids | |
Trying to belong | |
Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
The fields are uneven | |
The players still small | |
The ball goes right over our heads | |
Me I' m in the background | |
Playing with daisies | |
Dreaming of days | |
Spent in bed | |
We' re all just kids | |
Walking it off | |
As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
But we' re all just kids | |
Making a mess | |
As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
Oh we fall |
Young boy on the sun | |
The game has begun | |
Feel that the pressure is on | |
The outcome is dear | |
From the addle? to here | |
Run, run, hustle, and run | |
And if he falls | |
God help us all | |
The bend? is opening there? | |
We' re all just kids | |
Trying to belong | |
Out for a breathe of fresh air | |
The fields are uneven | |
The players still small | |
The ball goes right over our heads | |
Me I' m in the background | |
Playing with daisies | |
Dreaming of days | |
Spent in bed | |
We' re all just kids | |
Walking it off | |
As we run, run, hustle, and fall | |
There he spends the whole ride home crying | |
Their hands are frozen through to the bone | |
Me In the backseat watching the world pass me | |
Playing with the tube? in the dust | |
But we' re all just kids | |
Making a mess | |
As we run, run, hustle and fall | |
Oh we fall |