Paroles: Small Brown Bike. Composite, Volume One - EP. When We Run.

Don't tell me you're done. I'm not ready, I'm not ready.
I'll follow you home without knowing the path.
Like Bears in a smog-ridden city, we wander without rest.
Smoke and broken eyes. Let me leave, let me run.
Fill the air and walls. Let me leave, let me run.
It's what keeps us alive. I'm not waiting, I'm not thinking.
We're born without roots, then plant and sow the turmoil.
Like ghosts in a vacant home, we fear our own minds.
Smoke and broken eyes. Let me leave, let me run.
Fill the air and walls. Let me leave, let me run.
Go home and don't return. Let me leave, let me run.
How far will we run?