Fialta On The Run
Different strokes, we're different people, not wanting the same things
I supposed you were a keeper — can't help imagining
Now, I've been told we're not alone, just the others keep quiet
We're awake and on the phone making calls just to fight it
Different days will go unaimed, they'll plan an attack soon
Guns and knives, they'll kiss their wives, and start on their march by noon
I guess it's not okay as an ending, but we're keeping silent still
Can't believe the lies their defending — it's a curse, it's a cursed time
I don't mind when they walk by
Giving me the eye
They just long to be seen
If you believe that you can change my mind
Pack up your things and get on that flight
Love is a miracle though it's deaf and blind
It's hard to find someone
When you're on the run
I know we've just begun, but we're done
Different strokes, we're different people. Am I asking the same things?
I suppose that we're not equals — in love, you're supposed to be
But you won't find a heart like mine, and don't try to tempt me
I'm diving deep but coming up empty
If you believe that you can change my mind
Pack up your things and get on that flight
Everything's beautiful in this west coast light
It's hard to find someone
When you're on the run
On the day you come
I'll invite you into my heart, Love
