Running Wild
Give me one last kiss now that I'm your Judas
I only feel at home when I'm pressed against those two lips
Hit the ground running but I have no need for cruelness
Always had a feeling but I never thought I'd do this
I'm not really a dancer I'd rather make the music
In open field with spotted veins lying with the tulips
Drifting off
I'm floating with spaceships if you were here it'd be worth all the bullshit
My dreams are running wild I think I'm going to lose it
Circus act with acrobats flying until a loose slip
I'm running in my dreams but I don't know from what
I part my lips to scream there's no air in my lungs
They're building sick machines to fill the holes I dug
My dreams are running wild and I'm not having fun
My dreams are running wild
I think I'm going to lose it
Circus acts with acrobats
Flying until a loose slip
I want to feel real in a world made out of plastic
A rocket man with empty hands and papers soaked in magic
This man without his muse is like a painter with no palette
But for now I find myself singing all about It
My dreams are running wild
I think I'm going to lose it
I only feel at home when I'm pressed against those two lips
Hit the ground running but I have no need for cruelness
Always had a feeling but I never thought I'd do this
I'm not really a dancer I'd rather make the music
In open field with spotted veins lying with the tulips
Drifting off
I'm floating with spaceships if you were here it'd be worth all the bullshit
My dreams are running wild I think I'm going to lose it
Circus act with acrobats flying until a loose slip
I'm running in my dreams but I don't know from what
I part my lips to scream there's no air in my lungs
They're building sick machines to fill the holes I dug
My dreams are running wild and I'm not having fun
My dreams are running wild
I think I'm going to lose it
Circus acts with acrobats
Flying until a loose slip
I want to feel real in a world made out of plastic
A rocket man with empty hands and papers soaked in magic
This man without his muse is like a painter with no palette
But for now I find myself singing all about It
My dreams are running wild
I think I'm going to lose it
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Bradhsaw
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