The Runaway Bride - Live

The run away bride
Is back in town
And his end is at hands
With arms open wide
What goes around
Will come around
In white dress and tear stains

All of his pennies
Could not buy a boat
To run away
Run away too
Where ever he went
His clothes were soaked
With you

The longer the distance
The cheaper the journy
From the rifel's wrong end
To the angels up high
The runaway bride
Will get there someday
For now there was comfort to hide in the clouds

With eye sockets deep, as thin as a scarecrow
As sweet as revenge to suck her lips dry
In three hundred days of dormancy, dreamless
She gave back the dowry, two coins for his eyes

For what goes around
Comes around
In white dress and tear stains
She goes around
She comes around
His heart could bare it no more

The run away bride
Is on the loose
Lock all your doors
Shut all the windows
For your men would follow
A young woman's whistles
Her whimsical giggles
Her popsicle breasts

And if by mistake
You hear your men are leaving
Cry with close mouths
Pretend you're asleep
For one day she'll wither
And under your door steps
Will wait the unworthy rose of his guilt

For what goes around comes around
Far from his age
He will come around, loose the count
How can you blame him?
It's easier hiding from death in a young woman's nest