| In my race, to have it all | |
| To nail it all, I have become | |
| A useless bag, a dead man's sack | |
| All these things find me now | |
| But I get myself a good night's sleep | |
| I don't know what to do about you now | |
| Sometimes breathing's | |
| The hardest thing to do | |
| I'm runnin' after you | |
| Two souls leavin' | |
| ever feelin' down | |
| never turn around | |
| I keep on, movin' round | |
| Turnin' down the things you do | |
| Would it change anything | |
| Heavenly Saints at all | |
| But I get myself a good night's sleep | |
| I don't know what to do about you now | |
| Sometimes breathin's | |
| The hardest thing to do | |
| Runnin' after you | |
| Two souls leavin' | |
| ever feelin' down | |
| never turn around | |
| Now that I know, yeah | |
| You know that I will | |
| Now that I know | |
| I keep on movin', cruisin' | |
| Sometimes breathing's | |
| The hardest thing to do | |
| Runnin' after you | |
| Two souls leavin' | |
| ever feelin' down | |
| never turn around | |
| Sometimes breathing's (We could make it and it) | |
| The hardest thing to do (Should be alright, cause the bad things inside) | |
| Runnin' after you | |
| Two souls leavin' (Now we can make it and it) | |
| ever feelin' down (Should be alright cause there's bad things inside) | |
| Never turn around x3 |