Picture this: A falling star
adorns a kite string
the two of us are holding fast
oh, where will the fall leave us?
you were a prisoner
and so was I
well we're the hunted
that opened my eyes
into the arms of
a threat that's real
this is our burden
we've got to find
another way out
if there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
another way out
yeah, there is nothing hold you
so run like a cannonball
Pucture this: A night without cars
just hooves and long legs
the two of us are horned and proud
the city is ours again
you were a prisoner
and so was I
well we're the hunted
that opened my eyes
into the arms of
a threat that's real
this is our burden
we've got to find
another way out
if there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
another way out
yeah, there is nothing hold you
so run like a cannonball
another way out
if there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
another way out
if there is nothing hold you
then run like a cannonball