Out Of Style

(альбом: Out Of Style - 2015)

I was born in the automatic age
And I turned to the turning of a page
And we were strangers in that automatic ways
We had no choice

Are you scared that nothing can be right
And everywhere we go is single vines
To compare the features of your day
We're living we're living in the automatic age

If you got time to hold me I got time to kick nowhere
Let's take a while remember my momma told me
Everything good comes slowly it's slowly it's slowly

Out of style I was there when we were face to face
And I was there when the feelings went away
And I will be here for you anytime you feel afraid
Running running running running to the automatic age

If you got time to hold me I got time to kick nowhere
Let's take a while remember my momma told me
Everything good comes slowly it's slowly it's slowly
Out of style

Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what

If you got time to hold me I got time to kick nowhere
Let's take a while remember my momma told me
Everything good comes slowly it's slowly it's slowly
If you got time to hold me I got time to kick nowhere
Let's take a while remember my momma told me
Everything good comes slowly it's slowly it's slowly
Out of style

Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone
No matter what it's moving on
Can't fight a moment when it's gone