Bell-Clempson-Sancious Searching through the shadows in the night Lying awake, waiting til the morning light Endless images before my eyes But your face is all I really recognise Your memory burns At the point of return Running back I come running I come running to you Running back Yes I'm coming Running back to you Tell me who was that stranger with a face Like mine Where was he going Just running blind What was he hoping He was ever going to find Could it be better than what He just left behind Your memory burns At the point of return Running back I'm still running Running back to you Running back Yes I'm coming Running back to you