The Race کے بول

Be like mud on you Can't you Fall through me Can we renew Guns on board again My kids pretend Love it till the end Tell me We come to We come to I'm no longer a part of this race Where I'm constantly serene in bed heights Night lights are for children, morning's for adults When those paper curtains to hide alights She cried in my car today Beautifully dressed in tears She showed me all the years All the years I'm no longer a part of this race Where I'm constantly serene in bed heights Night lights are for children, morning's for adults When those paper curtains to hide alights Be like mud on you Can't you Fall through me Can we renew