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