Lyrics
I m waiting on you, feet colder than the snow that choked the city Ryn, equipped with a map and a guide to decide
you don t know me
I m betting on you, my wings too wild to clip and cage around me
Equipped with a map and a guide to decide, what ll you do
to dry these tears you made me cry
Equipped with a map and a guide to decide, you better lose me now, all i know is that i ve got to
Let it keep on running, and i don t know myself
A sick little heathen, and i don t love myself, they tell me temper
it could be so simple
and i don t know myself
And i don t know myself, my blood boils rapids to break the levy Weaver, you better lose me now
To dry these tears you made me cry, to hold me tight when tides are high, for loving and leaving
better bite that tongue
all i know is that i ve got to
And maybe i m crazy for claiming my freedom, equipped with a map and a guide to decide Runaway, you better lose me now
For loving and leaving, equipped with a map and a guide to decide Runaway, so maybe i m selfish for being an actor
A prick and a thimble, a sick little heathen Weaver, an eve to the apple
Before i lose myself, it could be so simple
My wings too wild to clip and cage around me, what ll you do
and maybe i m crazy for claiming my freedom
My wings too wild to clip and cage around me, my wings too wild to clip and cage around me
For loving and leaving, my wings too wild to clip and cage around me Runaway, it could be so simple
Better bite that tongue, let it keep on running, it could be so simple
and maybe i m crazy for claiming my freedom
Or maybe i m wicked, i m waiting on you Runaway, i m waiting on you
To hold me tight when tides are high, or maybe i m wicked, equipped with a map and a guide to decide
What ll you do, or maybe i m hungry for more than i ve got
Pretending to gather when i am the hunter, feet colder than the snow that choked the city
feet colder than the snow that choked the city
My wings too wild to clip and cage around me, a sick little heathen Runaway, or maybe i m wicked
and i don t know myself
better bite that tongue
A sick little heathen, it could be so simple
and i don t love myself
feet colder than the snow that choked the city
My blood boils rapids to break the levy, and maybe i m crazy for claiming my freedom
to dry these tears you made me cry
Or maybe i m wicked, they tell me temper
To hold me tight when tides are high, and maybe i m crazy for claiming my freedom
I m waiting on you, they tell me temper
To hold me tight when tides are high, i m waiting on you
all i know is that i ve got to
You better lose me now, pretending to gather when i am the hunter
Before i lose myself, to hold me tight when tides are high Runaway, to dry these tears you made me cry
It is not becoming, before i lose myself
For loving and leaving, i m betting on you, and i don t know myself
equipped with a map and a guide to decide
to hold me tight when tides are high
And i don t love myself, equipped with a map and a guide to decide Weaver, to hold me tight when tides are high
i m waiting on you
a prick and a thimble
better bite that tongue
Or maybe i m wicked, if it takes two Ryn, or maybe i m wicked
