RUNNING

A cold in the air

And your skin it was bare

We were alone with the truth

Just a picture of youth

Toes in the sand

With your love in my hand

Just a rhyme in a song

Nothing was wrong

So I'm running to a place I want to go

A place that I'd call home where the ceilings aren't so low

Stars in the sky

With a sense of divine

There was no trace of time

The world it was mine

Gone to the wild

Such a colourful child

There was something so true

And I think it was you

So I'm running to a place I want to go

A place that I'd call home where the ceilings aren't so low