Love Runs Out

After Love Runs Out by One Republic

 

I’ll be Your kite, Your stick, Your smoking gun.

I’ll be the bright or black for anyone.

And it’ll be alright, cause You’re always right,

And it’ll all work out; Meher, You’ll work it out.

 

I’ll be doin’ this, and I have no doubt,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

 

I’ll be Your whipping post, Your game, Your stadium.

I’ll be millions of impressions turned into one.

And I’ll feel alright, yes I’ll feel alright

Cause You worked it out; Meher, You worked it out.

 

I’ll be doin’ this, and I have no doubt,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

 

I got my mind made up, and I can’t let go.

You can kill me every second ’til it saves my soul.

(Ooh) I’ll keep it running, (Ooh) I’ll be in the running,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

Oh You can start a fire, and burn it all down,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

 

There’s a maniac out from inside of me.

Got an angel on my shoulder, and Mephistopheles.

But Mama raised me good and Baba’s razing me right.

Baba says, “Do what I want, forget your plight.”

Now I’m saying my prayers ’cause I’m so devout

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out, Meher.

 

I got my mind made up, and I can’t let go.

You can kill me every second ’til it saves my soul.

(Ooh) I’ll keep it running, (Ooh) I’ll be in the running,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

Oh You can start a fire, and burn it all down,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

Oh, we all want the same thing.

Oh, we all run for or from something.

Run for God, from fate,

For love, from hate,

For gold, from rust,

For diamonds, from dust.

 

I’ll be Your kite, Your stick, Your smoking gun.

I’ll be the bright or black for anyone.

 

I got my mind made up, and I can’t let go.

You can kill me every second ’til it saves my soul.

(Ooh) I’ll keep it running, (Ooh) I’ll be in the running,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

Oh You can start a fire, and burn it all down,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

 

I’ll be Your kite, Your stick, Your smoking gun.

I’ll be the bright or black for anyone.

And it’ll be alright, cause You’re always right,

And it’ll all work out; Meher, You’ll work it out.

Oh You can start a fire, and burn it all down,

‘Til the love runs out, ’til the love runs out.

‘Til the love runs out.