Running

Running - IAMX

You sing for me my friend

Brave and confident

And there is comfort between your breaths

And I use sense to help

But when the days beneath me

Scream into my present

I must always run the race on my own

Your warmth is in my bed

Your voice above the stairs

And then the touching that comes regret

Becomes my mercy chair

Even when the sun is burning

Saving graces

I must always run the race on my own

Oh the sinking and the scent

Of every saving word

And the destruction of all convention

And all corrupted thought

Dig their nails into my art

And instinct shows

I must always run the race on my own

I must always run the race on my own

I must always run the race on my own