Runaway and the Pyro - Daughn Gibson

Just outside the cold, is on a different tide

On the river, there’s a place where the birds go

I couldn’t leave it nol, until the smoke running tide

Let me run away to the taxi houses

A loner on the highway, get on a train, take me here

We passed by the corner, oh such is life

And we in a quick to come to the acre

And when the summer on, rock and fist on the phone

Touch me all the way to the back of the bushes

A loner on the highway, get on a train, take me here