Run With the Foxes

It’s a song that you’ve always sung

A song that you’ve sung too long

All your spin is closing in

You dig a deep hole to hide

But there’s no pot of gold, no pot of gold inside

Still searching for treasure within

Buried, sunken treasure within

You’re hanging on to your mistakes

‘cos they took so long to make

Your fantasy grew far too big to fail

Be yourself with me

Be yourself with me

But you know that it’s only for a while

‘till you’ll be out of it, out of it

Perfectly wasted, perfectly fine

Punching through a line or two

Puts a smile on your broken dial

Run with the foxes and hunt with the hounds

That’s the song that you’ve always sung

It’s calling, calling, calling anyone

To follow you everywhere

Believing everything

But they’ll never see, never see under your skin

Share your tears with me

Share your tears with me

Dive into a bag or two

Brings a smile to your broken dial

Don’t run with the foxes and hunt with the hounds

Be yourself with me

Just be yourself with me

Don’t run with the foxes and hunt with the hounds