Phil Andrews - Running Low

I've ran into this
My time is empty
I've dwelled in myself, I have burned my name
So when I cannot seem to find my answer
I squelch the fire before I'm a fucking fume

I'm running low
Got my fist on the clock this time
No chance or prayer to tell and nowhere to call my own
I'm running low
No truth to care or hope to find
And the answer lies ahead, 'fore I left it all behind

I cannot find my
my sense of reason
I'm blinded by this path you call your own
So here's to tomorrow, 'cause right now I'm running low
I can find it the road leading to myself

'Cause I'm running low
Got my fist on the clock this time
No chance or prayer to tell and nowhere to call my own
I'm running low
No truth to care or hope to find
And the answer lies ahead, 'fore I left it all behind

Hey-heya

I'm running low
Got my fist on the clock this time
No chance or prayer to tell and nowhere to call my own
I'm running low
No truth to care or hope to find
And the answer lies ahead, 'fore I left it all behind
Left it all behind
Hey-yeah

Written by:
Drew Condon

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