Painted Palms - Tracers Lyrics
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Tracers
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What Are The Lyrics For Tracers By Painted Palms?
Walking in the dark, now you can't make it back (ooh)
Waves agains the rocks and you can't find the map (ooh) Nothing left to hold now, nothing left to hold you back (ooh) Yesterday released you, lose what you used to have (ooh) Lights out, nowhere to go No signs to guide me home But I could feel the silhouette begin to spread across the night Walking in the dark just waiting for the sunrise (sunrise) Can't recall but I see the future in your eyes (your eyes) Silent like a light look for the other side (oh, oh) Reach into the night, what are you going to find? (oh, oh) Nothing left to hold now, looking at the empty sky (oh, oh) Yesterday released you, what you gotta leave behine (oh, oh) Lights out, nowhere to go No signs to guide me home But I could feel the silhouette begin to spread across the night Walking in the dark just waiting for the sunrise (sunrise) Can't recall but I see the future in your eyes (your eyes) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) Lights out, nowhere to go No signs to guide me home But I could feel the silhouette begin to spread across the night Walking in the dark now you can't get her back (oh, oh) Waves against the rocks and you can't find the map (oh, oh) Nothing left to hold now, nothing left to hold you back (oh, oh) Yesterday released you, lose what you used to have (oh, oh) Walking in the dark just waiting for the sunrise (sunrise) Can't recall but I see the future in your eyes (your eyes) Walking in the dark just waiting for the sunrise (sunrise) Can't recall but I see the future in your eyes (your eyes) |
Who Wrote Tracers By Painted Palms?
Reese Donohue, Christopher Prudhomme
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