Darlin', don't you understand? 
That there are no winners? 
Or metals hung from silken strands 
To greet you at the finish 
As we're dissolving into the sea 
I only take what I can carry 
As the council's combing through our debris 
For the treasures we never buried 
My love, why do you run? 
For my hands hold no guns 
Darling though you may pretend 
Pretend that you are selfless 
You break with but the slightest bend 
That leaves you lost and helpless 
So to whom will you place the call? 
In the coldest night of winter? 
As numbers change and people fall 
And friends, they always splinter 
My love, why do you run? 
For my hands hold no guns 
My love, why do you run? 
For my hands hold no guns 
They hold no guns 
No, not one