Vector Running From The Light
It hurts to see your stance unbending, no flexibility
It's always "Me this" and "I know about that" on every matter
Oh I can't wait till you discover there's no mystery
To the light that strikes with power and personality
You're running from the light
You need a light like a cigarette burns to be fired up
You place your hands over your eyes to shield them
Who's fooling who?
You've got the scars on the back of your hands
I rest my case against you
Evidence firmly stands
You're running from the light
You jump from pleasure to pleasure none of it lasting
Just self-determination, prideful calculations
When will you turn on a dime in the quick of it, asking,
"Where do I sign to receive my delivery?"
You're running from the light
