| Song | Running From The Rain |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | A City By The Light Divided |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| There was a sound split all the heavens apart | |
| In the northern view out in a southern spark | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm | |
| Running behind me? | |
| There were some younger kids | |
| Who followed the tracks that day | |
| It was a passing afternoon | |
| That came and took them all away | |
| So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass | |
| Underneath the billboard dreams | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm? | |
| It's running all over me, running from the rain | |
| It's running on, it's running out | |
| It's running on, it's running out | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| See the steam in the distant hills | |
| See the rooftops glitter in the sun | |
| Hear the summer counting down | |
| Running out running from the rain | |
| Operator, operator did you lose your way | |
| When you got that call your brother made? | |
| You're sick of running and you know it's true | |
| You're coming back, running from the rain |
| zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
| There was a sound split all the heavens apart | |
| In the northern view out in a southern spark | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm | |
| Running behind me? | |
| There were some younger kids | |
| Who followed the tracks that day | |
| It was a passing afternoon | |
| That came and took them all away | |
| So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass | |
| Underneath the billboard dreams | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm? | |
| It' s running all over me, running from the rain | |
| It' s running on, it' s running out | |
| It' s running on, it' s running out | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| See the steam in the distant hills | |
| See the rooftops glitter in the sun | |
| Hear the summer counting down | |
| Running out running from the rain | |
| Operator, operator did you lose your way | |
| When you got that call your brother made? | |
| You' re sick of running and you know it' s true | |
| You' re coming back, running from the rain |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| There was a sound split all the heavens apart | |
| In the northern view out in a southern spark | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm | |
| Running behind me? | |
| There were some younger kids | |
| Who followed the tracks that day | |
| It was a passing afternoon | |
| That came and took them all away | |
| So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass | |
| Underneath the billboard dreams | |
| Oh, I will be with you running from the rain | |
| When it reaches the end of the line | |
| See myself reflected in broken glass | |
| As the gates come crashing down | |
| There is blood on the tracks tonight | |
| And rust inside our veins | |
| Will it ache every time | |
| I hear the storm? | |
| It' s running all over me, running from the rain | |
| It' s running on, it' s running out | |
| It' s running on, it' s running out | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| Away, away, away running from the rain | |
| See the steam in the distant hills | |
| See the rooftops glitter in the sun | |
| Hear the summer counting down | |
| Running out running from the rain | |
| Operator, operator did you lose your way | |
| When you got that call your brother made? | |
| You' re sick of running and you know it' s true | |
| You' re coming back, running from the rain |