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Tennis - Runner (Official Video)

'Runner' is the first song we wrote for our new record. It began as a guitar riff Patrick recorded while we were living off-grid, anchored in a fisherman's cove called San Juanico. The only instruments we had on board were an acoustic guitar and a drum sequencer, but the limitations seemed to work in our favor. Until that point, we had no clear vision for our writing. The demo we recorded that day outlined the sound of our future, the first contours of our fifth full-lengthed album, called 'Swimmer,' out now: https://linktr.ee/tennisinc Directed by Luca Venter Prod: Paragon Creative Camera Operator: Kyle Walling Wardrobe: Lisa Bae Hair: Kristy Koopman Makeup: Alaina Moore Choreography: Laura Bartczak Lyrics: Runner, I know you’re living with a wild hunger Let me make the most of us You know you’ll never be a runner And leave me in a cloud of dust Living in the same old sin I feel it blowing in the wind Like manna in the desert, oh Gonna take a miracle Every little bead of sweat Feel it running down my neck When you look at me like that Feeling like we can’t go back If I become a pillar of salt I’ll know that it was all my fault Every little bead of sweat Every little bead of sweat Runner, you’re just a bottomless pit of hunger Lead me to the promised land Your manna is only a famine Wandering the desert oh Gonna take a miracle Every little bead of sweat Feel it running down my neck When you look at me like that Feeling like we can’t go back If I become a pillar of salt I’ll know that it was all my fault Every little bead of sweat Every little bead of sweat Let me make the most of us You know you’ll never be a runner And leave me in a cloud of dust Leveled in a burning heat Red Sea devouring me Flowing over my stoned-soul Gonna take a miracle Every little bead of sweat Feel it running down my neck When you look at me like that Feeling like we can’t go back If I become a pillar of salt I’ll know that it was all my fault Every little bead of sweat Every little bead of sweat