Every day, I’m on the run
I hear a loud cry: hungry terror
I turn back and it’s nothing
Black, bleak, pure absence

I’m on the run
But I’m sitting comfortably
in a room full of walls: fear
Bricks encompassing all around me
Bricks I must surely break

I’m on the run from myself
Fear holds strong me by the throat
My breath shortened day after day
I see his eyes, that
Damn devil of the night
His void filling up my lungs
As the bridge goes further from my grasp

I’m on the run
Standing in my ruin
Hear me pick up pace
Heading for that cursed bridge:
Shackles, injustice, unfair,
Shouts the iron holding the bridge

I’m on the run
On the road, in a race
Struggling to hold still
Struggling to keep intact my voice
Struggling to take that leap of faith, that jump
into the infinite: the abyss called life
Who says the bold hold no fear?

I’m on the run
Though I see my goal
That line, the place I must be
Yes! My hands hold the tool
still I ask, “devil of the night, will you leave me be?
I see his wicked smile, that ancient house
Your soul or mine?” I ask.
Your soul and mine,” he replies.

I’m on the run
Closing my eyes, hands clenched
About to take that leap
That deep long breath
Across the road, life awaits: she stands
Take it and leave everything alone,” she tells me.
So darling let me in, let me in
and I’ll take care of you
,” she sings.