Running Round (Moss)
By
the side of the road, choking on emotion
There’s
dust in my throat, from traffic in motion
And
if I call your name out
You’ll
come running round
So
soft to the touch
Am
I presuming too much?
When
it’s late and I’m drunk
Late
night owl prowl, I’m sitting at my table
Wolf
whistle and howl, I feel so disabled
And
if I call your name out
You’ll
come running round
So
soft to the touch
Am
I presuming too much?
When
it’s late and I’m drunk
Oh,
oh, oh a run run
Oh,
oh, oh, a run run
This
will be the last time
But
feels just like the first time
And
if I call your name out
You’ll
come running round
So
soft to the touch
Am
I presuming too much?
When
it’s late and I’m drunk
When
it’s late and I’m drunk
When
it’s late and I’m drunk
So late so drunk
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