Run Away - Horsemen, Tor Dybdahl

I remember you well in an Amsterdam hotel

dressed in white for suicide

we had a thing going on

from the gutter of mind

in the red lights of Amsterdam

making love in a big brass bed

with poppies around our heads

traveling in forbidden land

and whatever it was

a taste so bitter and sweet

we just couldn’t leave at all

over the hill and far away

run away

yeah I remember so well we thought time stood still

and we could stay forever and a day

with plenty of supplies

self-betrayal and lies

Morpheus led the way

girl, get your ass out of that big brass bed

our departure’s closing in

people like us, in a place like this

are bound to go straight to hell

over the hill and far away

run away