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