Cold and warm at the thought, I pull back the sheets to see
Dreaming of things that are not
You vanish -you vanish -you vanish inside of me.
You make the time something new, sounds like a coal-red refrain
Ignition flames gold and blue
Just gotta shake you-got to shake you-gotta shake you off like rain.
Take the glow off the day, but not too fast, not away
Make my heart something green, but leave a place that I can dream
Of what you feel like in the night
When we're not running from the light.
There's a state that is free
A state of grace, I don't know
We sold out for a kiss clandestinely
But you cloak me - you cloak me - you cloak me from the cold.
Gwen Hughes - Running Lyrics
Gwen Hughes - Running Lyrics
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Cold and warm at the thought, I pull back the sheets to see
Dreaming of things that are not
You vanish -you vanish -you vanish inside of me.
You make the time something new, sounds like a coal-red refrain
Ignition flames gold and blue
Just gotta shake you-got to shake you-gotta shake you off like rain.
Take the glow off the day, but not too fast, not away
Make my heart something green, but leave a place that I can dream
Of what you feel like in the night
When we're not running from the light.
There's a state that is free
A state of grace, I don't know
We sold out for a kiss clandestinely
But you cloak me - you cloak me - you cloak me from the cold.
Dreaming of things that are not
You vanish -you vanish -you vanish inside of me.
You make the time something new, sounds like a coal-red refrain
Ignition flames gold and blue
Just gotta shake you-got to shake you-gotta shake you off like rain.
Take the glow off the day, but not too fast, not away
Make my heart something green, but leave a place that I can dream
Of what you feel like in the night
When we're not running from the light.
There's a state that is free
A state of grace, I don't know
We sold out for a kiss clandestinely
But you cloak me - you cloak me - you cloak me from the cold.
Writer: Garry Hughes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC