Текст Rea Garvey – Lions In Cages

I got a big heart, I got a big mouth
I dug a big hole and now I’m tryna get out
Without hurting you, without hurting you
I squeeze on hand as you picked up the pace

‘Cause if we don’t try nothing ever changes
If we don’t try no one ever saves us
If we don’t try we’re the weakest of the bravest
The numbers on the pages, we’re lions in our cages
If we don’t try the clocks stand still
If we don’t try it’s a bitter pill
If we don’t try we’re the weakest of the bravest
It’s the number on the pages, we’re lions in our cages

Run for your life
If you’re low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
To the high, high, high on the beautiful light
You wish you have died
You’ll be the weakest of the bravest
The numbers on the pages
All locked up, just the lions in their cages

I’ve got my rally out and race you to the town’s end
I have my eye on you but lost you in the last bend
I know you’re faster, I heard your laughter
You’re only happy when it’s happy ever after
I saw them chasing, saw them hunting you down
You stand like a victim, like a ghost in the crowd
Your love living dangerous, being famous
Take a look at the crowd, it’s that love on their face

If we don’t try nothing ever changes

Run for your life
If you’re low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
You wish you had died
You’ll be the weakest of the bravest
The numbers on the pages
All locked up, just the lions in their cages

No life grows in the garden
Where a young soul is starving
Where the rain is hold and the wind blows
And hell is home tonight
But then you’re swimming in the
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And your skin gets used to the cold
If you heart can learn to let go
Yeah you’re never gonna find love, hey

Run for your life
If you’re low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
You wish you had died
You’ll be the weakest of the bravest
The numbers on the pages
All locked up, just the lions in their cages

Run for your life
If you’re low, low, low yeah you know you gotta go
To the high, high, high and the beautiful light
You wish you had died
You’ll be the weakest of the bravest
The numbers on the pages
All locked up, just the lions in their cages