You were such a shy child Too uncertain for the wild nights of the underground So you huddled into winding lines With the lipstick girls and the boys that chased their favours Just a whisper on the wind Just a heart that barely knew that it was breaking As you navigated lies with the deft touch of a k**er evading capture On the outside of in Barely 17 And our minds are on fire We long to be herd runners And you flashed and bled for air As your young blood froze on the edges of the dance floor And you watched their blushes burn As you cried out into the great unknown Is there a life that waits for me Where I will one day be dead heading dahlias? Skimming stones across the bay? Stealing kisses in the subways of Berlin? On the outside of in Barely 17 And our minds were on fire We longed to be herd runners When I was a child I dreamt of the open country Hooves drumming the earth The shared shadows in front of me Herd runners Herd runners Herd runners Herd runners