| I once imagined a place |
| Where I would come around |
| I’d build this place like a church |
| With all the things I found |
| This place would be like a home |
| That loneliness has made |
| It will be just like a hotel |
| Where no one ever stays |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run |
| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone |
| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run |
| I once imagined this place |
| Now there’s a crack in my heart |
| Where all the dirt gets in |
| There is a face in my mind |
| That I can’t face again |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run |
| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone |
| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run |
| Staring from the cliff off the coast of my life |
| Seeing everything get smashed like bricks of ice |
| I’m watching it fall |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run |
| And I run from the place where you said I should stay and was gone |
| Cause there’s nothing to say if there’s nothing that I could have done |
| So I run and I run and I run and I run |
| Staring from the cliff just off the coast of my life |
| Waiting for the tidal wave |
| Seeing everything get smashed like bricks of ice |
| Here it comes: the tidal wave |