Racing With a Beating Heart - The Parlor Mob

If everyone was looking with the past held like a gun

Waiting for the wind to blow

Drunk with expectations of the stars and setting sun

How much could they really know

Facing through the stares and finding you to figure it out

Resting with the ocean in a wildflower dream

The sand (seas) every feeling swell

In the night the waves a movie screen, the yellow moon, the guillotine

Falling for a tale to tell

Arrows of the after daring through dawn

Racing with a beating heart I can see you were

Dancing in the palm of my hand

The tide in the tear apart

Seasons I don’t understand

Following forever maybe I can follow you home

For every tree that bares regrets its colors fail for spring

A thousand bones of memory

When leaves grow green with youthful hope the birds of promise sing

Remember how you used to be

Bearing on the wind is raging on the souls of the lost

Redeeming grace of summer rain when glass grows tall and free

So don’t delay its fading fast

Blossoms blooming proudly full of fortune ---

Nothing here supposed to last

Lightening in the sky hold everything you love racing with a beating heart

I can see you were dancing in the palm of my hands

The tide in the tear apart I can see for long

The seasons I don’t understand

Follow you forever maybe I can follow you home

Home, home

Anchored in the moment daring through the dawn

Racing with a beating heart I can see you were dancing in the palm of my hands

The tide in the tear apart I can see for long

The seasons I don’t understand

Racing with a beating heart I can see you were

Dancing in the palm of my hand

The tide in the tear apart I can’t stay for long

Seasons I don’t understand