I dream a little bit
About the chance of seeing you
And outside stays true
And outside through the window pane
And the hole in my brain
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
And honey, it's stunning
At such a peculiar pace
I see the wrinkles in your face
Start to deepen and form
And outside through the window pane
And the hole in my brain
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like to
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like to
Honey, it's fitting
At such an unusual time
I see the freckles and the lines
Start to darken and sag
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like to
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like to
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
Run until the sun burns out
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
Run until the sun burns out
Artist: La Casa Azul
Artist: Vicente García
Artist: Jeremih