Running Fool from Nine Years by Mountain Dust

They like to twist stoned hairs, rustling remnants of romance.
I know it’s right there but it’s so hard to find, until I fall through the glass hands that hold my mind.
Wasn’t it lovely before?

They keep stealing my gold straight out of my hands, and I’m trying to hold onto anything I can.
I’ll do anything…

Where does the distance begin? When does sickness set in?
They cut into me deeper, and deeper. They creep through the flood to my core. Wasn’t it lovely before I was born?

I’ll do anything I can.

I hate the cries…
I will drown them tonight in the sea for you, I will.
I’m a running fool.
I got nothing.
I will bury my head in the sea for you.
I’m a desperate man. Am I alive? For what? For who?

I’m a running fool.

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