Running Away - Sacha Sacket

On the road

It grew old

Pulling rabbits

From my soul

And I could see

On my knees

This crusade turn

Into me

Running Away

Running Away

Running Away

Running Away

Running Away

Running Away

The whitest lies

Came to mind

Conversations

Silver-lined

And every tone

Set in stone

My creations

Stripped for gold

Running Away

And when you ask which road to take

Every finger points your way

You who never could erase

The black forest in your brain

But in the twilight there were three

Sirens singing you to sleep

Pinching all your golden dreams

One for every cross you keep

And deep within their astral plane

You could see the light again

You who knew you'd lose the way

You who sprints to stay the same

Running Away