Running,
running from home,
breaking ties that you'd grown,
catching dreams from the cloud.
City sounds burn your soul,
turn your head to the cries of loneliness in the night.
Just like a fly when it's caught,
the spider soon takes its prey,
spins a dance round your heart.
Yet be your beauty and age a pleasure pleasing my mind,
your heart will shatter and fall.
Step on pavement sold,
cast a glance at the young girls who're making their way.
A
passing image of you reflects a pain,
tomorrow disappears in a crowd.
Running, running from
home,
breaking ties that you'd grown,
catching dreams from the cloud.
