the runaways.

the ocean is speaking,
and it's telling me to run home.
my head is leaking,
and they call me the unknown.


"these are the days,"
they said, "that you
will remember for the
rest of your life."
i just can't imagine
they know what they're
talking about
if they've never been here
before.
i can tell you, though,
because i've been here for
a while now,
that i'm ready to not
be here anymore.
and if it's a fall from grace
to take me home,
then i'll brace myself
to fall.




when the sun comes up,
i'll not remember what i said.
in the daylight, i don't get
to speak quite so much.
i send this message across the sea.
i want you to know how strong i'll be.


wherever i go,
i've got a pocket full
of treasures to take
with me.
a hand full of stories,
and an eye full of lies.
i'll never know,
what they think they see
when they look
at me.
all of those glories,
and a legion of spies.
wherever i go.




doctor, doctor.
only you know where i fell.
balancing on a set of scales.
make me come alive,
i'm far too young to die.
i'm lost.






i'm walking away,
as we speak.
i'm walking away
from a lot of things.


do you fear where you are?
we are not the same.