Paroles: Smoking Popes. Stay Down. Grab Your Heart And Run.

Here it comes now
Half way up the stairs
Smoke like fingers through your hair

I will show you
That I'm the one
I'm going to grab your heart and run

Blue judgment
Something in your eyes
That your sweater can't disguise

And I won't stop
Until I'm done
I'm going to grab your heart and run

Could it be that my frustration
Strengthens my determination
Is it only out of spite?
That I want so bad to grab your heart and Run with it tonight

Here it comes now
And there it goes
Oh here it comes,
Here it comes again

I will show you
That I'm the one
I'm going to grab your heart and run

I'm going to grab your heart and run

I'm going to grab your heart and run