Tekst:
Spoken Runaway

If I dreamed, I would dream of you. If I live I would, live for you. There comes a time when we must overcome our fears. Fall on our face and let love

If I dreamed, I would dream of you. If I live I would, live for you. There comes a time when we must overcome our fears. Fall on our face and let love

Before becoming a runaway slave Here's a taste of mental slavery A backtrack You don't, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist

strobes of aurora on bottles of wine I think I'm catching waves again I think I'm catching waves Yeah, I know it Went out west and spoke to the sky

Lies Only lies Spoken by runaway eyes I don't hear what they say When they talk this way Though they say everything twice Spiders and flies We're caught

all a...) And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker Fuck all these demons (It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream) And I spoke

(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin) [Spoken] I found her settin' on a Sioux City park bench, on a late November afternoon. Me, I was just driftin' through. She

, it is relatively revealed That's why i sharpen these words To you like papercutz And I wreck visual images like I'm Julian Lutz What's the name of this runaway

pain right Through his chest He pictured back to When they met Open door on a movie set Her brown eyes took His breath And every word she Spoke to him