Run

Cloves

Compositor: Cloves

Sail away like I'm headed to somewhere
Faster then you can say: Go, get gone
Teach me to drive, I'm afraid for my life
So run, baby, go on, get clean
I'm gone
I'm gone

Here I go again
My plaintiff tears
Leaving me to soak
Curling up like paper cigarettes
What a fucking joke
Plastic gold
Wearing plastic gold

Sail away like I'm headed to somewhere
Faster then you can say: Go, get gone
Teach me to drive, I'm afraid for my life
So run, baby, go on, get clean
I'm gone
I'm gone

I'm gone