Cooking With Nunchucks

All the way through the rain and the snow cos we had nowhere better to go, so we rolled through the cold, our hearts were following our nose.
All youre left with is an absent look when all your truths come from inside a book (the only real important information is on the
page you havent turned).
I'll watch it all fall as we all stand tall then slowly slip away.
Flick my switch and boot me up, decompress my conscious senses one by one.
Don't tie me in a knot and call me a bow,
I'll turn and run, you better turn and run.
Six months, seven years, I dont mind my isolation.
For once my ears find positive stimulation.
See how I run, find my fucked up
situations.
I know you wont bind yourself with contemplation.
Flick my switch and boot me up, decompress my conscious senses one by one.
Don't tie me in a knot and call me a bow, I'll turn and run.
Far in the fields of what I have grown, you've got something real that I call my own, my home.
When the lights in the sky never shone so bright and the look in your eye told me we'd been right all along, and all alone.
All the way through the rain and the snow, cos we've got nowhere better to go.
As we roll through the cold, my heart is following my hope.