Always you on the run
We'd get stoned in the sun
When you said 'blue skies could be the end
Of you & me 'tll we pretend
That remedies and vacancies
Serve more than temporary'
It's like jumping off the Golden Gate
I cannot breathe, I suffocate
It seems I'm playing games with nature
With no winner to declare
Nobody said to look both ways
There's no escape, this isn't fair
So tell the one you hold close
As ample junctions do unfold
'Mild deception may exist
Within the ferns of love dismissed'