Keep Walking

Oh, looking to the cracks,
At the blood on the money machines
Well, the rain came down
And i found myself in a dream

Where the neon's pressed
Up against your flesh
And nobody's saying a thing
Then i wait from a nine
In broad daylight
Sent the whole world into a spin

I'm running in a field
Running in a field
Running in a field of ice

There are ways
To keep walking
Don't get in the way
Just keep walking
Just keep...

I got nothing but the taste
Nothing but the smell of the piss stains
A writer only comes
When he comes with the setting sun

A girl may lie to a suit and tie
For the vibe in the back of his jeans
Hanging in the air with a pinhole stare
In the bowels of the pleasure machine

I'm calling
I'm calling
I'm calling
To say...

There are ways
To keep walking
Don't get in the way
Just keep walking
Just keep...

Running on a field
Running on a field
Running on a field of ice
Running on a field
Running on a field
Running on a field of ice
Running on a field
Running on a field
Running on a field of ice
Running on a field
Running on a field...

There are ways
To keep walking
Don't get in the way
Just keep walking

There are ways
To keep walking
Don't get in the way
Just keep walking
Just keep...