Sunday, August 29, 2010

I'm going out.

I'm going out
They won't follow me here
I'm scared of looking back
I'm scared of being still

My bags are packed
but I'll leave them behind
because this time, this road
will find nothing on my mind

I'm going out
I'm taking refuge in your arms
You'll find me awfully tired
Of all of their charms

The journey was over long ago
When I saw you by my side
Still we go out, we walk close
And from them, we sometimes hide.

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