I'm travelling not running

I don't like it here

>From cracks in the pavement

Faces appear

I'm sleeping not coming

Fantasy's far

If you don't want to get there

Stay where you are



Sometimes I feel, just a little bit older

Sometimes I feel, for you



I could have been, anything for you

I could have been old

I could have been blue

We could have been two

But I'll make it clear

All of this for you

But I wasn't here

I'm travelling not running

I don't like it here

The crime that I touched you

Was paid for in fear

I'm sleeping not coming

How much can you see

How much do you know

Of the places I'll be