Run away with me to way back when We would walk outside, so innocent back then Now we trapped ourselves within four walls Sweating, on a treadmill Singing to empty halls
Like a bird in a gilded cage Too tamed to feel the rage Like a knife through a beating heart This existence tears us apart
Wish we could live in wooden huts The last alternative before my heart's door shuts Wish we could live in wooden huts Glow can deceive But neon lights won't heal the cuts
Run away with me to wav back when We would push each other on a swing and sang in unison Now we shove each other just to get in line Trying to impress, to dress, to wine and dine
Like a bird in a gilded cage Too tamed to feel the rage Like a knife through a beating heart This existence tears us apart
Wish we could live in wooden huts The last alternative before my heart's door shuts Wish we could live in wooden huts Glow can deceive But neon lights won't heal the cuts
Once we were free like a butterfly But we sold our wings to rent a lie (in concrete cages) Time to bid this concrete cage goodbye Or let our passion fade and dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
