The Girl Running کے بول

I see the girl running With no shoes on her feet Jumping shade to shadow In this deafening heat And I hear the trains coming And the drunk man singing on the street And the fan on the ceiling Reeling Me in to sleep And I dream silent movies Black and white memories I suppose They’re the same old stories But wearing in different clothes La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la So where’s the girl running With no shoes on her feet Cos there’s no shade nor shadow In this deafening heat