On the road it grew old
Pulling rabbits from my soul
And I could see on my knees
This crusade turn into me

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away

The whitest lies came to mind
Conversations silver-lined
And every tone set in stone
My creations stripped for gold

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away

And when you ask which road to take every finger
points your way
You, who never could erase the black forest in your brain
But in the twilight there were three sirens singing you to sleep
Pinching all your golden dreams, one for every cross you keep
And deep within their astral plane you could see the light again
You, who knew you'd lose the way
You, who sprints to stay the same

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away

Running away
Running away
Running away
Running away