Runner - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie

You said, "we're just spinning where we stand"

And if you cling to tokens for your life you find

You wind up with imaginary men

Static transmit me

To the other side of another room in pieces

Like a steady beating

The summer hurts

The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie

It's broken down a hundred thousand times

The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere

We're carving out our names into the air

You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed

A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet

And it won't be over until the big backhand of the sun

Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you

The summer hurts

And as for all your suffering you won't escape

The sting until you're buried in the ground

The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name

You have been sinning since the day you came around

You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed

A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet

And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun

Beats the tar out of the road you're on until it's won you

The summer hurts