The Runaway/Experience (2025 Dan Bornemark Mix) [Live]

The Runaway

He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man

Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his

Future no more aimless time to spend

And evading, he's escaping

Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood,

Cover and hide the trail

Senses like sharpened sword,

Guards for the shadow on his tail.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom

Seems like freedom's hell

Hopes stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams

For that he cannot get.

And yet his joy is empty and sad.

Lose all identity,

Vanish in own denial

Seeks only lies and hide,

Truth never brought to trial.

And caught in his own net,

He looks to find endless life and

Evading, he's escaping

Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.

Run in the underwood,

Cover and hide the trail

Senses like sharpened sword,

Guards for the shadow on his tail.

Experience

Once I was a boy

An innocent to life and my role in it

This world played my game

And anyone a clown or foil form myself

The harmless affairs

And no-one seemed to care for any meaning

My life was my own

The debt I paid, I paid it only to myself

The unseeing youth

How can it be so shallow and short-sighted

These years passed me by

To realise the folly of these unripe years

[Bridge)

Now I am a man, I realise

My unworldly sins pained many lives

Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn't listen

And still, I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes

But with age the conscience slowly dawns

And bonds of duty gently tied

All my sins, seen through now there is experience

And recollecting act in virgin guise