Exitmusic - the modern age - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Take your clothes and lay them out. Waited so long for saving, but it never arrived. Leaving home for a change. Waited so long it stained you. All our promises are lies. Oh, holding out for another way. Oh, on the run from the modern age. On the run from the modern age. The hour is dying on the vine. We’re drifting slowly in station, and we never align. Leaving home all the same. Waited so long for saving, but it never arrived. Oh, holding out for another way. Oh, on the run from the modern age. On the run from the modern age.