Lyric

In this castle we have built

Where the plants never wilt

Mother father brother me

A very wealthy family

Crystal glasses every lunch

Two servers just for brunch

Four gardeners on hand

Taking care of our land

The money’s always coming in

From our mines across the sea

Our father doesn’t work

Nor my mother, my brother, me

Leisure is our way of life

We do not deal with strife

No-one ever shouts

No-one ever even goes out

A large white horse for my birthday

Don’t need outside friends, as they say

The uncultured have nothing good to say

I am told they have all lost their way

I am told their revolution failed because their dumb

That all they know is sin, violence and guns

That I am kept here for my own safety

Because of all horrible things they would do to me

But

I refuse to marry, that’s their problem

I have no friends, that’s my problem

I only know this life, that is the problem

All my problems‚ I can no longer swallow them

I will not listen to the things that they say

I must find my own way

I will become a stray, walking away, escaping this place

I have already packed my case

Already left, is that them giving chase

The horse breathes deep and the hooves thunder through the night

Dogs bark grow faint and I finally see the light

Burst through the gate, guard shouts, gives no fight

Cold fresh outside air, if I reach the train I might

Find myself somewhere else

Get to know someone else

That can teach a life contains

Be my catalyst for change

Reveal all that is strange

Help rid me of my hate

Expel my deep fear

And the voice of greed I hear

Run away cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

All my fear I cannot stop

All my hate I cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

All my fear I cannot stop

All my hate I cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

All my fear

All my fear

Crisp wind, window’s open

Wide fields, filled with hope and

Fear of what’s to come I

Don’t know what this life my

Money’s in the bag and

All the guns I had and

Hidden in my secret pocket is

My mother’s old locket

Across from me, an old man

With an unknown bottle in hand

Looks at me with sharp eyes

Is he drunk, is he wise

He is not, very polite

But he thinks he is right

Wrestle free with all my might

And again I take flight

Run away cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

All my fear I cannot stop

All my hate I cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

Run away cannot stop

All my fear

All my fear

Back deck, sun is setting

Blood red skies, forgetting

Why I, was afraid and

How it, became this way

I will move on to somewhere

Anywhere, that is not here

Maybe I will cross the ocean

Maybe I will climb a mountain

Maybe I will fly, through the blood red sky

The stress leaves my chest and I start to cry

Warm tears rolling down, kind smell flowing from behind

Is it the smell from someone kind

A gentle soft hand on my shoulder

Are you OK

I nod

We stand there for longer