i long for your freedom again
where did i go?
running from the promise land
did i down the milk and honey?
and run into other hands?
well its dark out here and quite cold
everyone thinks my jokes are old
im nothing new
they say
o well i think
another one another one
ive pushed away
i keep pushing them away
i keep pushing You away
i keep etching out a path bvig enough
for me to walk through to
run through im sweating hard my palms
ripe with blood
trying to get through a fortified road
built for leaving
for not coming home
my prize is somone
who knows me
but still wants to stay
i cant believe its true here
so yes i run away
but you told me i was it
you died and finished it
but i am a coward for sure
and seek other lovers
no my love is not pure.