Tom McRae - Out of This lyrics
[Tom McRae - Out of This lyrics]
Watch the planes as they slide
Across the city's dark night
But, I'm chained to the ground
There's no escaping this town
Must be you that I love
Must be gold in this dust
Oh, the city's in bloom
But, I'm blind to the view
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out if this
Something will come
I've been building the flame
Keeping out of the game
Kicking stones through the street
Where we meet
But, I know something will change
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out of this
Something will come
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out of this
Something will come
It's the light, it's the day
It's the dawn that she breaks
It's the moment you know
That your dreams still escape
The cold, it's amiss
But, you know it don't come later
The girl that you kiss
Hopes to stay still a stranger
It's the light, it's the love
It's the cracks in the pavement
The signs from above
And the great constellations
The lines in your hand
And the dice that you're rolling
Your hopeless belief that you're flying
Not falling in love
Across the city's dark night
But, I'm chained to the ground
There's no escaping this town
Must be you that I love
Must be gold in this dust
Oh, the city's in bloom
But, I'm blind to the view
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out if this
Something will come
I've been building the flame
Keeping out of the game
Kicking stones through the street
Where we meet
But, I know something will change
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out of this
Something will come
Out of this comes something, out of this
Comes something, out of this
Something will come
It's the light, it's the day
It's the dawn that she breaks
It's the moment you know
That your dreams still escape
The cold, it's amiss
But, you know it don't come later
The girl that you kiss
Hopes to stay still a stranger
It's the light, it's the love
It's the cracks in the pavement
The signs from above
And the great constellations
The lines in your hand
And the dice that you're rolling
Your hopeless belief that you're flying
Not falling in love