Mates of State Follow

You have the upper hand to open up the door
Running out, running out
Running out shouldn't give youth back

I have a hardened chain connected to my arms
Running out, running out should pull apart

Let's trade this tired home for all it's worth in paper
Running out, running out
Running out you react

Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing

Revolutionary minds never know to draw the line
Running out, running out
Running out like a fire so sweet

Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing

This will bring you closer
You want it, you want it

Imitating Bransby imitating them
This will bring out closer
Never have to say it
Tired of singing

Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing