Running From Home 歌词

Runnin' runnin' from home, Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds. The city sounds burn your soul, Turn your head to the cries Of loneliness in the night. Just like a fly when it's caught, The spider soon takes it's prey, Spins a dance round your heart. Give me your beauty and age, A pleasure pleasing my mind, Your heart will shatter and fall. Step on pavements so old, Cast a glance at the young girls A-making their way. The passing image of you Reflects a pain in my heart And disappears in a crowd. Runnin' runnin' from home, Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds.