When you run I feel strange When you go Don't get up For running Stay with me Sands of time

I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

And turn it up You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride

You make me want to But you make me want to You can blame it on my southern boy ways Why I'm always running away I don't know if I can ever change Yeah, you make me want to You make me want to hold you like a hammock on a summer day Tell you how I'm

Oh you take me to Nirvana I don't think this will last But you're here in my arms It's too late to run away from it all It's too late to get away from it all I'm done with running so I give in to you This moment has passed Hurry up, show resulting you

Alexander, come back to sleep I have an early meeting out of town It’s still dark outside I know, I just need to write something down Why do you write like you’re running out of time? (shh) Come back to bed, that would be enough I’ll be back before you

(And I'm never coming back) I'm running across the tracks, Oh, I'm running across the tracks, Pulling the blindfolds back All we did in life We're gonna escape this trap Gotta get a life (I fall behind, I fall behind) And every leg that I have to break

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

I'm fucking with you tonight Even if it takes all night Shout it, shout it, shout it, shout it Shout it, shout it, shout it Girl, I'm serious I'm usually not use to this I just had to tell you what it is So don't worry bout who I'm running with And when

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for