The aquarium is gone, so says your face
Seeing red I’m told to leave this place
I have good form when I run, but I don’t get far
I’ll have to project and deflect signals and alarms.
Paintings, undeciphered marks and lines
From your mouth to plain, inviting mine.
Here are some letters I’ve written but never sent
All about the wealth that was counted but never spent.
Tell me all the colors that you see I’m feeling blind
Guide me through the tangled tangents of my troubled mind.
Hold my feet down to the ground, I’ve convinced myself to fly
Over cities, anything, a girl has got to try,
O run with me, o run with me
O run with me, o run with me.