Despite of the things they say They just runnaway, runnaway And ive got all these tricky things Inside of my head and i dont care, i dont care I can wait for thousands of years Or even more in this corridor Of icons and runnaway things But the ones that melt under the sun When undone, begin where we all begun When i see things shine And they are all mine I hold them tight and treat them right When they disapear or become unclear I runnaway, runnaway I am there to share No love for none of us