Bear Hands - Marathon Man

Sick of the static, I'm sick of your lies
Think you're the baddest bitch, think twice
After escape and your grasp, I'm coming back to life
Running away, running low on time
Counting the eggs in my basket
Terrible tasting and I still believe in magic

Nothing ever happens
Mo more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it's a miracle I lasted
All I am, who I am
Marathon man

Drinking you in, spitting out the seeds
Asking nice, waiting patiently
As the clock ticks down
I feast despite the famine
Am I a hawk, are you a dove
Cold consensual bloodlust
Master masking your love
It's hard to gauge your reaction
But I can imagine it
But I can imagine it

Nothing ever happens
No more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, its a miracle I lasted
All I am, who I am
Marathon man

Who's trading places

Who's playing both sides
Old friends again
I'm staying alive
Like pulling teeth
Like telling a lie

Like young and reckless
Like certain deathwish, murder, suicide
Nothing ever happens

No more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it's a miracle I lasted
All I am, who I am
Marathon man