On the tip of my tongue
Or stuck in the back of my throat
Out the door clad in a winter coat
I wanna run until my legs give out
Tremblin then I will fall
Humming a comforting tune
On my mind in my mind
On my mind in my mind
In my skin
On my mind
But I don't have the control
So I am running and crawling on the road
I'm coming I'm going I'm satiating