The Wild

Let's talk about a boy who wouldn't be contained
He threw it all away, he never cared to wait
He ran through the fields, heard a seagull scream
Took his life vest off and marched into the sea

And every passing day he's even less inclined
To try to fill all the gaps that he himself designed
The image in his head, the things that don't align
Forgetting what he loved and what he left behind

Run away, run away into some new wasteland
We're just dirt in some little god's hand
Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms
Tell me all about how you cling to yesterday's news

That's just the way he learns, that's how the planet turns
And now he bides his time without any concern
Thinking tender thoughts in the early hours
Surrounded by bees, drenched in wildflowers

Every moment counts
When everyone is trying
To breathe in unison
I know you would run

Run away into some new wasteland
We're just dirt in some little god's hand
Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms
Tell me all about how you cling to yesterday's news
Run away into the deep dark woods
I'll be your host because I know I should
Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms
Tell me all about how you cling to yesterday's news

Run away, run away into some new wasteland
We're just dirt in some little god's hand
Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms
Tell me all about how you cling to yesterday's news
Run away into the deep dark woods
I'll be your host because I know I should
Tell me all about how you disappear in dark rooms
Tell me all about how you cling to yesterday's news



Credits
Writer(s): Albin Sjögren, Arezo Shamsgovara, Jonathan Bonn, Leo Burman, Oliver Thorne
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