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The running styles of new york

I hear beauty in things like
The neighbors return
To their love and pride
Their day like a wicked ride
But then to belong

And their kids running by

Given riddles and tales
For their way to be
Little buddies, the mystery
Of just being around

All that I fear is that all that I have given you

Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
But I see the light in oh so many things out here
And a lifetime gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We're running out
But moving on
Into the days of our grace returning

And the dancer just turns

Until they spin fast enough for the biggest show
Take some pics of the afterglow then do it again

I see stars in the sky

And I wish they'd return to be in me now
Make up for what I lack somehow
When it's all been too much

All that I fear is that all that I have given you

Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
But I see the light in oh so many things out here
And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We're running out
But moving on

I'm curly to the bone
But then you straighten me again
I carry you to bed
Let the hours sweep away
Your day has been hard

I will whisper to heal
And not wake up the listening thoughts in me
Their revealing dark poetry and this shadow
They sell

There is beauty out here

Like peculiar running styles some are wild
And the breath on the other side of getting
Around

All that I fear is that all that I have given you

The ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control
But I see the light in oh so many things out here
And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We're running out
But moving on
Into the days of our grace returning

We're running out
But moving on
Into the days of our grace returning