Walk uphill - walking old tracks, wearing old scars, fighting old wars
My weapons of choice never change - no, escapists never fail - waiting to derail
No, I won't cease to be alive - with a heart that's pumping blood and lungs gasping for air
And we go blind from the city lights - and we go down in the city, this town that broke our hearts,
but we'll never have to see it again
Everyday slips further away - further away
The weapons of choice still don't change - this escapist's yet to fail - waiting to derail
No, I won't cease to be alive - with a heart that's pumping blood and lungs gasping for air
Well, everyone can change, it's just a question of the will - will I ever get close to this?
Walk the walk, talk the talk - a treadmill and it just won't stop
Running 'round in circles down the drain – derail...