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.