No matter where you go,
it always looks the same.
The view is overcast,
as the pavements wash with rain.
The irony was lost in the 25 year space
between New England and St Patrick's Day.

So head forth to the runway, if its easier to run away.

When it all comes back, it all comes back
to haunt you in the night,
where will you stand?

Like a 5 year old boy,
in his fathers best suit,
no matter how you dress him up,
he's still a child to you.

Reminiscent of the wolf,
your dressed up to the teeth.
you're a walking cliche
from the pages of history.

So head forth to the runway, if its easier to run away.

When it all comes back, it all comes back
to haunt you in the night,
where will you stand?

we'll realise some day
that we're all out of a runway,
so we'll build another runway.
if its easier to run away.

When it all comes back, it all comes back
to haunt you in the night,
where will you stand?