The story
She keeps moving so the past cannot catch her.
She laces up her boots and hits the floor, trying to grind down every memory that still clings to the edges of the room. But each stomp only brings the old faces, the broken promises, and the ache back into sharper focus, as if the floorboards know her name. The beat keeps driving, but the hurt keeps step.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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