Running People

Pink lips
Calling me a name as they fade to grey
A slow-motion start to another escape
And the reasons for my love are in the ocean
It's just my cemetary heart, cemetary heart
Number nine potion
The faces that surround
Speak without a sound, but baby

Running people think they own the train
But they're just hanging out, acting the same
Never really notice how to put it on the shelf
I'm just hanging out being myself
And I'm running around in alabaster boots
Telling people I'm sticking with my roots but I know
It's not working

Ocean child
What's your favorite book
Are you reading it now
A fast-action teardrop
As it's travelling south
And the overarching point has all but skipped you
It's just your cemetary mind, cemetary mind, is sorta see-through
The snow absorbs the sound
Boots fall on the ground, but baby

Running people think they own the train
But they're just hanging out, acting the same
Never really notice how to put it on the shelf
I'm just hanging out being myself
And I'm running around in alabaster boots
Telling people I'm sticking with my roots but I know
It's not working