Sunlight grows through your windows
And rests on your floor
Same how I find Solace
Across your pillow from time to time
Can you run away
From the quiet things you hate?
Small cupboards in tiny houses
Sing of autumn and ghosts of forests
Where their trees knew the rolling hills
Can I let myself go from you
Can you run away
From the quiet things you hate?
Like scraps from old lovers
And lonely birthdays
Can you run away?