Let's cut this conversation short
Before the sunlight wraps your hair
All meaning lost in metaphors
That I'm done trying to understand
Know what you run from darling
You little invisible
Knock on my door, I'm not the keeper
But I will let you in
I'm running out of gasoline
You're running out of things to say
I'll carry you across the fields
Counting the steps along the way
Know what you run from darling
You little invisible
You can knock on my door, you know I'm not the keeper
But I will get you in
Before the sunlight wraps your hair
All meaning lost in metaphors
That I'm done trying to understand
Know what you run from darling
You little invisible
Knock on my door, I'm not the keeper
But I will let you in
I'm running out of gasoline
You're running out of things to say
I'll carry you across the fields
Counting the steps along the way
Know what you run from darling
You little invisible
You can knock on my door, you know I'm not the keeper
But I will get you in