Exile

Running from the Cops

Heard that you were back in town, I think someday I'll see you but I don't know
Remember when we hit the ground, hearts beating like our blood wouldn't know to flow
And there were all these things, we faded like your makeup
Or a pair of brand new clothes
That's how the story goes

The sun might never rise on the streets today
So night will never stop and the temperature just drops
But in the covers of our darkness our love is running from the cops.

Been holding on for long enough, my poets are all ghosts turning to dust
So we invented our own words nobody knew the meanings except for us
What's written on a page dries up and fades with age and always starts to rust
I never read what's been written about us

You know as well as me that winter lasts too long
And I still find myself talking to you when you're gone
I still haven't forgot and I hope I never stop
Running from the cops

Well I still want to change
But inside I got this rage
I want my heart to stop
Running form the cops