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I'm dreaming of a day when the sun shines blue
when the clouds wave back and i can melt with you
and maybe running away from your heart gets easier, better
and maybe hope will cease to disappoint me
because i find shelter in disaster where the rivers run red
and every day is a battle to survive,
but not cause of me or you or because of whatever we're trying to hold on to
but because of whatever's chasing us, and whatever we do
we can't run away for ever and the running never stops
leaving thoughts back on the last hill, that last ruin of civilization
because then my pain would have a reason, and maybe i could fight that reason everyday,
instead of hours spent debating
which part of me
is the real enemy
and maybe there'd be a way
to stop obsessing about your eyes, or the way my arms fit so easily under yours
or about the elephants that charge round my head
or about any sign that may or may not point to where I'm headed
or about what i know and dont, and how much you realise and how much it hurts
or how everything ceases to make sense the minute you factor actual people into the equation.
cause you can never predict the answer. and you can never predict
what i think, which part of me is next to fall apart.
i never thought you could break my heart
Run away, I'm not what i was before
Hide away, I'm not what you're looking for.

Description
I'm dreaming of a day when the sun shines blue
when the clouds wave back and i can melt with you
and maybe running away from your heart gets easier, better
and maybe hope will cease to disappoint me
because i find shelter in disaster where the rivers run red
and every day is a battle to survive,
but not cause of me or you or because of whatever we're trying to hold on to
but because of whatever's chasing us, and whatever we do
we can't run away for ever and the running never stops
leaving thoughts back on the last hill, that last ruin of civilization
because then my pain would have a reason, and maybe i could fight that reason everyday,
instead of hours spent debating
which part of me
is the real enemy
and maybe there'd be a way
to stop obsessing about your eyes, or the way my arms fit so easily under yours
or about the elephants that charge round my head
or about any sign that may or may not point to where I'm headed
or about what i know and dont, and how much you realise and how much it hurts
or how everything ceases to make sense the minute you factor actual people into the equation.
cause you can never predict the answer. and you can never predict
what i think, which part of me is next to fall apart.
i never thought you could break my heart
Run away, I'm not what i was before
Hide away, I'm not what you're looking for.