I'm running,
Running,
Running...,
Down a wet street.
Dressed in a gown,
In stocking feet.
Crying,
Screaming,
Howling,
Up at the moon,
For my lover caught in a storm,
Lost above behind dark clouds.
I don't have the telepathy to call him down.
The power to fly up and bring him back whole.
I'm running to find a way off of this world.
Crying,
Screaming,
Howling,
To be reunited with my only love.
I'm running,
Running...,
Running!
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