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Empty Promises Video (MV)




Performed By: The 2nd Row
Length: 4:45
Written by: Matias Faundez




The 2nd Row - Empty Promises Lyrics




Why do you feel so alive when you're running from your ghosts?
Why do we feel so lost diving through the shadows beneath us?
Years to long to remember the moments that people want to hold on to
Fill your room with clouds making up the thoughts we leave behind

Clocks keep reminding you of the time it takes to reach her
Keys to open the door but the hallway never ends
How many rooms do we sleep in until we find the one that feels like home?
Too many key cards on the floor

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

Why do you wait for your dreams to fall from the sky?
Why do we run in circles barely getting by?
Everyone wants the same thing but our imperfections are all the same
We're only good enough for tonight

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

It's all the same, the joy, the pain
The hypothetical bliss that starts with a flame
Stay here tonight, you can leave in the morning
No end in sight

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away
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Why do you feel so alive when you're running from your ghosts?
Why do we feel so lost diving through the shadows beneath us?
Years to long to remember the moments that people want to hold on to
Fill your room with clouds making up the thoughts we leave behind

Clocks keep reminding you of the time it takes to reach her
Keys to open the door but the hallway never ends
How many rooms do we sleep in until we find the one that feels like home?
Too many key cards on the floor

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

Why do you wait for your dreams to fall from the sky?
Why do we run in circles barely getting by?
Everyone wants the same thing but our imperfections are all the same
We're only good enough for tonight

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

It's all the same, the joy, the pain
The hypothetical bliss that starts with a flame
Stay here tonight, you can leave in the morning
No end in sight

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away

I'm telling you it feels like you're a thousand years away
Looking forward to some empty promises killing me this way
The never-ending hot pursuits, the games that we play
We're spinning webs of growing concepts and complexities that keep you away
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Writer: Matias Faundez
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