The Run - MXMS

Boy don’t speak

Girl don’t talk

It’s all my fault, all my fault

Fallen angels hunt me

Like an animal on the run

«Blades and arms bring sharks to warmer waters»

He said to me

But I don’t belong

Is where I belong

Is what’s going on with me

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The blood’s on the floor

Head’s on the door

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The girl’s on the run

She’s always on the run

Stain my sheets, stain my sheets

I’m thirteen now I’m twenty-three

And you’re my blood

And blood’s my love

I draw on myself, draw on myself

Switching seats on the Titanic

'Til I’m slowly slipping under

Take my life I waive my rights

Like a star in supernova

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The blood’s on the floor

Head’s on the door

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

It’s all your fault, all your fault

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The blood’s on the floor

Head’s on the door

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The girl’s on the run

She’s always on the run

On the run

I swear I saw God in a 7-Eleven

If my head’s in the oven am I getting to heaven?

He gave me a shot of the Holy Ghost

And suddenly I’m fine

We race tonight on the black ice

Crucified on a cell phone tower

Hit me anywhere you want

'Til I’m broken by desire

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The blood’s on the floor

Head’s on the door

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

It’s all my fault, all my fault

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The blood’s on the floor

Head’s on the door

And I love being alone

Playing with a gun

The girl’s on the run

She’s always on the run

On the run

She’s always on the run

She’s always on the run