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I always said she was a runner, |
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And running through the fields, |
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I put a gun, I put a gun to her, |
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With the force she came to kneel, |
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And as she screams and in her own blood, |
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I said sympathy for you, |
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I'll never have, I'll never have none, |
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Its time you told the truth, |
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And I left the gun beside her, |
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And running in the nights, |
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I run for land, I ran for safety, |
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For new places and new sight, |
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Always said she was a runner |
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And I thought I knew her well. |
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I never thought I was a runner, |
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And I thought I knew her well. |
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You should have died that very night, |
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Good job for you I wasn't born a killer, |
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You took my life, and I took my flight, |
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Good job for you I wasn't born a killer. |
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I always knew her as a baker, |
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But something I knew not, |
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Is That when I tried to take her, |
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There was something Ides forgot, |
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For I knew I couldn't keep her, |
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And running out of time, |
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I tried so hard, I tried to cheat her, |
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She was a running in her prime, |
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So I thought about my choices, |
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And chose to drop the gun, |
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And amongst the screaming voices, |
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Something told me I should run. |
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I never thought I was a runner, |
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And I thought I knew her well. |
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I never thought I was a runner, |
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And I thought I knew her well. |
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You should have died that very night, |
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Good job for you I wasn't born a killer, |
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You took my life, and I took my flight, |
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Good job for you I wasn't born a killer. |
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There is so much to remember, |
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But there is more to forget, |
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I isn't seen you since December, |
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I'm surprised we haven't met, |
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And In the Depths of the Silly Isles, |
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I heard you reside, and in the depths of my mind, |
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I can still see your eyes |