When your own can care less for
What you've been through
And the road all seems but gone
Where do you run to?
Met the man who sold the world
Only to lose his own
All the claims of the Gods above
I can't run into
And your home is all but standing where it ought to
And you run so far far off to a place you can't make love to
Get some rum
And some music for both of us to dance to
We can both pretend
That we aren't calling this love true
When our time arrives at a place
Where we can both see things through
It'll take two to play this game
So we can both act like fools
And your home is all but standing where it ought to
And you run so far far off to a place you can't make love to
And you find a deep rooted fire that lies within you
That will call for all us to hope where all our love brews