Cold Sun
This song is written through a female perspective entangled in a Bonnie and Clyde scenario. The lyrics delve into the complicated and sometimes contradicting emotions experienced in such an unconventional but romantic relationship.
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(Chorus)
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
(Verse)
Now we're rolling in, rolling in for the good fun of it
For the good run of it
We're breaking in, breaking in for the good fun of it
For the good run of it
Now we're throwing thorns up at the moon
Stomping on roses in the groove
Setting bodies on fire, set them on fire
Stacking bibles to climb up higher
Bullets run fast but so do you
Blood on our hands, baby run me through
Like you hate me forever, love me or never
Just make it feel better, better
(Chorus)
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
(Verse)
Sirens wail, the night glows red and blue
Tired eyes, you whisper 'I love you'
I'm falling in, falling in
If love is a game, if love is a game
I'm all locked in, I'm all locked in
I'm ready to play, born and ready to play
Heart strings tied into a noose
Ooh baby, I will die for you
Your heart's a kingdom, there I rule
Your queen of swords and armor
Release the shadows of our doom
Escape is all we ever knew
But something's changed inside me, ooh
Something's changed inside me
(Chorus)
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
(Bridge)
Let's get the dices rolling, tables turning
Flames are burning out
Diving to the deep end
There's no turning back
It's going down
Our eyes are on the money,
Love is funny
When death hangs around
Nothing gets behind us
When the prize is right in front of us
(Chorus)
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
We're always on a run
Hand on a gun, cold sun
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