You were such a shy child
Too uncertain for the wild nights of the underground
So you huddled into winding lines
With the lipstick girls and the boys that chased their favour
Just a whisper on the wind
Just a heart that barely knew that it was breaking
As you navigated lies
With the deft touch of a killer evading capture
On the outside of in
Barely seventeen
And our minds were on fire
We longed to be herd runners
And you thrashed and grabbed for air
As your young blood froze on the edges of the dancefloor
And you watch their blushes burn
As you cried out into the great unknown
Is there a life that waits for me?
Will I one day be deadheading dahlias?
Skimming stones across the bay?
Stealing kisses in the subways of Berlin?
On the outside of in
Barely seventeen
And our minds were on fire
We longed to be
Herd runners
When I was a child
I dreamt of the open country
Hooves drumming the earth
The shared shadows in front of me