Paroles Philadelphia de John Mark McMillan

Textes et Paroles de Philadelphia

You step through meAnd the screen door hits the woodAnd your packing all your thingsYou say your moving out to there to HollywoodAnd I can't do a thingYou say there's nothing for youIn this cardboard townAnd every bridge you crossYour gonna burn it to the groundYou wont listen to a word that I'm telling yaSo who's running through the hallsIn the houses of painThat are staring back at meLike the ocean from a planeI swear I've seen your eyesin the ghost of PhiladelphiaI think about you late at night sometimesWhen I can't sleepCause I can hear the trainIt's always thereYou just don't know itTill a quarter to threeYou just can't hear it in the dayWhen every body's got your numberIn a plexy glass townWhere the birds ain't got wingsBut no one makes a soundCause they all know how to flyJust I wouldn't buy what they're selling yaSo who's running through the hallsIn the houses of painThat are staring back at meLike the ocean from a planeI swear I've seen your eyesin the ghost of PhiladelphiaI run into your old man every once and againMostly in the springReminds me of our younger and more genuine days whenYou weren't so out of reachStill for all your runningYou just can't change a mileOf the things you carry aroundIn the closet of your mindAnd the days keep coming manThey never fail yaYour never gonna run awayFrom what your hanging round your headYour never gonna run awayFrom what your hanging round your headYour never gonna run awayFrom what your hanging round your headYour never gonna run awayFrom what your hanging round your headAnd I'm never gonna run awayFrom what you said

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