Picture this; a falling star that dons a kite string. The two of us are holding fast, Oh where will the fall leave us?
You were a prisoner And so was i. Run with the hunted And open eyed Into the arms of A threat that's real. This is our burden, We've got to find
Another way out! If there are no such things as walls, You're not a prisoner at all. Another way out! Yeah, there is nothing holding you, So run like a caribou!
Picture this; a night without cars, Just hooves and long legs. The two of us are horned and proud, The city is ours again.
You were a prisoner And so was i. Run with the hunted And open eyed Into the arms of A threat that's real. This is our burden, We've got to find
Another way out! If there are no such things as walls, You're not a prisoner at all. Another way out! Yeah, there is nothing holding you, So run like a caribou!
