Ryn Weaver

Runaway

Ryn Weaver

The Fool


If it takes two, I'm betting on you
Hold me tight when tides are high
What'll you do while I'm waiting on you
To dry these tears you made me cry

Feet colder than the snow that choked the city
My wings too wild to clip and cage around me
So maybe I'm selfish for being an actor
Pretending to gather, when I am a hunter
Or maybe I'm wicked, for eating the apple
Or maybe I'm hungry for more than I've got, I've got to

Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)

They tell me temper, temper, little lady
Better bite that tongue, it is not becoming
My blood boils rapids to break the levy
And let it keep on running, running, running
And maybe I'm crazy for claiming my freedom
For loving and leaving, I secretly hear them
It could be so simple, I've broken the thimble
Equipped with a map and a guide to decide
All I know is that I've got to

Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)

Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)
Runaway, (run run run)

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