Testo di The Cure (But Not Really)

It's a certain type of Fahrenheit That doesn't sit well, that doesn't sit It's a feeling unexplainable I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time But my gut feels stuck in a sickening motion Like it's turning itself inside out It's something I can't shake A razor's dull blade I think it's perfect time for a change Run with me Run with me Run with me (Run with me) Run with me (Run with me) Run until your feet fall off your legs (Run with me) So I know at least you're trying to race (Run with me) For what's coming (Run with me) For what's coming (Run with me) And I'll do the same Swallow vitamins and we'll reconnect again They'll dance underneath our skin And we'll grow like chameleons Why Does the Midwest sky Hold the darkest clouds Above my head, every night Why Does the Midwest sky Hold the darkest clouds Above my head, every night Every night Every night The Midwest sky Run Run with me Run with me