Another night of fight or flight mode
Led me to the waterfront in Glasgow
Sympathetic police found me there in tears
And confiscated all my beers
I apologised and got the next train home
Where I filled up both sides of the paper
Folded it up, kept it for later
I meant every word that you never read
That got ripped up, thrown away instead
Hit reset and accepted that we're done
And now that you're not at #21
I'm not looking up for light
Or trying to track you down so I can say
"Girl, can you tell I've been running again?"
And nowadays I can think of better things to say
Than "girl, can you tell I've been running again?"
I'm out of breath, out of time, out of everything
Winter has long since been put to rest
And I can't fault spring for trying its best
To make sure that it doesn't hurt to stare at the sun
And to breathe colour into lifeless lungs
And teach me not to be afraid to smile
And to realise that everything is potentially worthwhile.