There's no race
But I'm on the run,
Feet slapping bodies
Scars are my sign.

The blood,
It's on me and you,
But the heart is not mine, not yours.

Just a hair's width twist of the key,
That's all.
Spiralling backwards, forwards
Anywhere but near.

Daunting it is,
This is more.
More than a wind-up toy
So stop me.

Feet slapping bodies,
Scars are my sign,
But we could be artists,
We can paint a rainbow.

Blood splattered,
But we could find an antidote,
We can steal the moon.

It takes two.
So pull me into you,
Before we're miles apart.
So pull me into you,
Before the stars on our shoes
Are forever lost.