You have the upper hand to open up the door

Running out, running out

Running out shouldn't give youth back



I have a hardened chain connected to my arms

Running out, running out should pull apart



Let's trade this tired home for all it's worth in paper

Running out, running out

Running out you react



Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing



Revolutionary minds never know to draw the line

Running out, running out

Running out like a fire so sweet



Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing



This will bring you closer

You want it, you want it



Imitating Bransby imitating them

This will bring out closer

Never have to say it

Tired of singing



Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing