Racing With a Beating Heart

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The Parlor Mob - Rock

Racing With a Beating Heart

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If everyone was looking With the past held like a gun Waiting for the wind to blow Drunk with expectations Of the stars and setting sun How much could they really know? Facing through the stands And finding how to figure it out Resting with the ocean In a wildflower dream The sand seas every feeling swell In the night the waves, a movie screen The yellow moon, the guillotine Falling for a tale to tell Arrows of the after, daring through the dawn Racing with a beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand The tide and the terror are nothing sacred Other seasons I don't understand Following forever, maybe I can follow you home For every tree that bears regrets Its colors fail for spring A thousand bones of memory When leaves grow green with youthful hope The birds of promise sing Remember how you used to be Bearing on the winters Raging in the souls of the lost Redeeming grace of summer rain When grass grows tall and free Soak the ray is fading fast When blossoms blooming proudly Full of fortune, it'll see That nothing is supposed to last Lighting in the sky, hold everything you love Racing with beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand The tide and the terror are nothing sacred Other seasons I don't understand Following forever, maybe I can follow you home, home Anchored in the moment, daring through the dawn Racing the with a beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand The tide and the terror are nothing sacred Other seasons I don't understand Racing the with a beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand The tide and the terror are nothing sacred Other seasons I don't understand Racing with a beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand The tide and the terror are nothing sacred Other seasons I don't understand Racing with a beating heart (racing with a beating heart) I can see you were I can see you were Tide and there terror are nothing sacred (nothing sacred) Another season (another season, another) Racing with a beating heart I can see you were Dancing in the palm of my hand (continues)

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