Anita Lipnicka & John Porter - Runner run

Rain won't wash this dirt away
it will last, it will stay
like some cheap tattoo
made in the wild days
inadequate and unwanted now

Time will never fix it up
it will burn, day and night
like a question thrown
into the silence
unanswered still, just left to die

Runner, runner, you may run
to the edge of the world
when you're there, don't be surprised
that you haven't moved at all
at all...

So you start anew again,
you lock the door, catch a train
now you're digging up
another grave for
your shattered dreams and worn out lies

You pick a girl and marry her
you love her smile, you need her veil
just to cover up
in it's snow pure whiteness
the blackened secrets of your heart

Runner, runner, you may run
to the edge of the world
when you're there, don't be surprised
that you haven't moved at all
at all...

In the thickest hour of the night
you see yourself from high above
a single tear
could save your life
soon the day breaks in, but your eyes stay dry...