Lyrics: Samba Jean-Baptiste/fivetofortyseven .
Music: Samba Jean-Baptiste
Children
Of the future
Breathing
Distant in the past (Precious, precious, precious, precious)
Know that
In a form of time
Love, sweet love
We started cryin' (Precious, precious, precious, precious)
Children
Of the future
Breathing
Distant, in the past
Know that
Any form of time
Love
Sweet love
We started cryin'
Yeah
The faith won't move in action
A futures made of clay
The innocence of passion
It's all moving away
The truth is loud and violent
I've run out of my silence
I've run out of my day
Stay
Somethin' in my blood line
Dirt brown seeing eyes
Swimming in the memory
Baby girl sober
Days on rewind
Couple years ahead of me
Only getting older
Devil on my sight and a angel on my shoulder
Yea 'cept when I run away
It feel like 2008
The tears on my mother face
That's why I run
Fist up
Fist up
Bloody face
Make you look the other way