You've given up comparing up to down, and around,
inside your heart and mind.
So you say, it's unfair. It is, but take care,
you're gonna get there in my eyes.
And how can you not feel it beating?
And how can you only see it bleeding?
And how I will miss kissing your face.
I know you, I know you're a runaway.
You back down when I take the time to cry a little
just to make you see.
It's all in good faith. I hope and I pray
one day you'll feel the same as me.
And how can you not feel it beating?
And how can you only see it bleeding?
And how I will miss kissing your face.
I know you, I know you're a runaway.
