Deerhoof Running Thoughts Lyrics

Running Thoughts Lyrics

They were called The Runners Four.

Always slipping through the back door

When they come ashore,

Sneaking through their precious load, 

Cheating customs in a speedboat. 



When they come in from far away,

Oh, they never can stay. 

They fly away to other skies

With the sun in their eyes. 



Make their entrance two by two

Bringing us a thought that's so new,

Whistling secret tunes 

And smuggling through their precious smile,

Breaking customs for a short while.